During the course of 
                a recent Dunelm review I wondered aloud 
                that we should have an album of John 
                R Williamson’s settings of Housman. 
                Little did I know that we already have 
                two such discs, also issued by Dunelm 
                who have shown a strong commitment to 
                this composer’s work and one of which 
                – to complete my ignorance – has already 
                been reviewed on this site by Rob Barnett. 
                Luckily I have made rapid amends and 
                find myself impressed once more. 
              
 
              
A number of the lyrics 
                set here are Late Housman and Williamson 
                responds with clarity but also a tensely 
                argued sense of narrative. It’s notable 
                how often a lyric is lit from within 
                in these settings, how for example in 
                The Isle of Portland Williamson 
                colours the phrases stop under pressure 
                and dream you light. Similarly 
                he catches the military strut of As 
                I gird on for fighting with his 
                own brand of off-centre balladry fused 
                with nervous dissonance. The subtle 
                implication of March rhythm is something 
                at which Williamson proves himself comprehensively 
                successful (Now hollow fires burn 
                out to black) and his complex response 
                to the poems can best be exemplified 
                by When I came last to Ludlow 
                in which the piano postlude gives hypnotic 
                space for retrospective reinterpretation 
                of this quizzical setting; it seems 
                to expand and deepen still further. 
                He certainly embraces the pastoral as 
                much as the rapid military, as indeed 
                he does Housman’s mordancies and reveries. 
                Even in such a well-known setting as 
                With rue my heart is laden we 
                find something new is being said – something 
                elliptical, open-ended, strange. One 
                finds with Williamson that both piano 
                and vocal lines inhabit the veins of 
                the lyric, the piano frequently setting 
                up and evoking an initial anticipatory 
                mood that grows more complex when the 
                baritone enters – I think of the other-worldly 
                delicacy of the opening piano paragraph 
                in I wake from dreams and 
                turning. He manages to vest these 
                settings with immediacy and atmosphere 
                from the start. Equally impressive are 
                the vigorous and unremitting The 
                mill stream 
                and the bleak It nods and 
                curtseys.  
              
 
              
In view of the short 
                playing time this disc retails at £6. 
                There’s a boxy acoustic and some ancillary 
                problems but you will listen through 
                those to the performances. I shall soon 
                be reviewing the companion disc of Williamson’s 
                Housman songs released by Dunelm – contact 
                them for all details. In the meantime 
                I think you will find much that is complex, 
                personal, reflective and – in the best 
                sense – problematically human in these 
                excellent settings. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                 
              
see also 
                review by Rob Barnett