This excellent disc 
                gives the listener a welcome chance 
                to get a feeling for the way John Adams’ 
                music evolved over a period of ten years. 
                Crucially, this decade saw the conception 
                and completion of his first opera, ‘Nixon 
                in China’, an experience which had a 
                profound effect on his musical language. 
              
 
              
Shaker Loops finds 
                Adams emerging from the shadow of Steve 
                Reich. It is a typically ingenious blend 
                of minimalism and New England energy 
                – even to the punning title, which plays 
                on a musical term for trills, ‘shakes’, 
                and the early religious sect known as 
                the Shakers. The result is a small masterpiece 
                for string orchestra, and as so often 
                with Adams, it is the surprise with 
                which one finds oneself reminded of 
                other not obviously related composers 
                that is a major part of the fascination 
                of the music. The opening, for example, 
                calls to my mind the buzzing strings 
                of Sibelius, e.g. in the finale of the 
                5th Symphony. Later, the 
                harmonics which proliferate like icicles 
                in the texture of this movement are 
                a magical touch. The strings of the 
                Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra play 
                superbly. 
              
 
              
The cantata The 
                Wound Dresser on track 2 is, for 
                me, a more problematic piece. It is 
                beautifully and sensitively performed 
                by the baritone Nathan Gunn, but I worry 
                about Adams’ choice of text. It is taken 
                from a poem by Walt Whitman, and records 
                that writer’s experiences as a nurse 
                during the civil war. Whitman describes 
                unflinchingly the terrible wounds he 
                saw and treated; an example is "…from 
                the stump of the arm, the amputated 
                hand, I undo the clotted lint, remove 
                the slough, wash off the matter and 
                blood…" – I’ll spare you more, 
                but suffice it to say this is a very 
                different Whitman from the one known 
                to lovers of the Sea Symphony or 
                Toward the Unknown Region of 
                Vaughan Williams. 
              
 
              
Does this kind of text 
                really bear setting to music? I am not 
                convinced, though I would not for one 
                moment doubt Adams’ deep sincerity or 
                seriousness, and there is indeed a terrible 
                beauty about this music, full of compassion 
                as it is. A moving yet very uncomfortable 
                experience – which may well be precisely 
                what the composer intended. 
              
 
              
As so often with these 
                Naxos compilations, the programming 
                of the music is a thing of elegance 
                in itself, so that the piece that follows 
                gently lifts the deep gloom of The 
                Wound-Dresser. This is Adams lovely 
                arrangement of Busoni’s Berceuse 
                élégiaque, a lullaby-like 
                piano piece, which Adams has set in 
                such a way as to emphasise its strange 
                dream-like quality. Again beautifully 
                performed by Marin Alsop and her forces. 
                (A surprising omission is that the liner 
                notes don’t even mention this piece). 
              
 
              
The disc opens with 
                arguably Adams’ most celebrated work, 
                Short Ride in a Fast Machine. The 
                performers give this a crisp rhythmic 
                lift-off, and I suspect that, apart 
                from anything else, this is probably 
                the fastest performance on CD (please 
                don’t write if I’m wrong!) The textures 
                are certainly admirably clear, with 
                the advantage that one can hear that 
                wood-block tapping away the whole time, 
                so vital if one is to enjoy the constant 
                regrouping over the basic pulse. And, 
                for the first time, I relished the change 
                at the half-way stage to a deeper toned 
                wood-block – from ‘tick-tick’ to ‘tock-tock’ 
                as it were. Such a simple touch, but 
                strangely thrilling. 
              
 
              
A disc to prize for 
                Adams’ growing cohorts of admirers, 
                and an ideal introduction for the curious. 
              
Gwyn Parry-Jones 
                 
              
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