Orion was 
                  created specifically for performance as part of the 2004 Olympic 
                  Games in Athens. The multinational character of such an event 
                  is reflected in the concept: a showcase for the excellent musicianship 
                  of artists and ensembles with whom Glass has previously worked.
                Fans of Glass may 
                  initially find that they are more than a little disorientated 
                  by the ethnic nature of much of this music, behind which his 
                  personal voice is sometimes entirely hidden. Persevere, and 
                  you will either warm to the cross-over nature of the music, 
                  or find yourself reaching for ‘Akhnaten’ or ‘Songs from Liquid 
                  Days’ for reassurance. All of Glass’s familiar rhythmic and 
                  melodic fingerprints are here, but ethnic solo instruments plucked 
                  out of their natural element and made to front the Philip Glass 
                  Ensemble can sound a little twee at times.
                Each track characterises 
                  a particular country or continent. Beginning with ‘Australia’, 
                  Mark Atkins’ delicious didgeridoo sound moulds nicely into deeply 
                  theatrical throbbing drum pulses; a combination which will no 
                  doubt find its way sooner or later onto an atmospheric film 
                  soundtrack. The single pedal note of the didgeridoo suits the 
                  PG Ensemble and Glass’s idiom down to the ground. ‘China’ begins 
                  with an expressive improvisatory introduction on the Pipa – 
                  an extension of the previous intermezzo in which this plucked 
                  instrument is joined by the didgeridoo in an effective duet. 
                  Pipa soloist Wu Man shows admirable versatility when the Glass 
                  Ensemble weighs in and she has to fall into line with a typical 
                  four-square Glass accompaniment. Despite her undoubted virtuosity 
                  she sometimes ends up sounding like an exotic banjo caught on 
                  stage at the Concertgebouw – a result of the western idiom and 
                  ‘orchestral’ backing being imposed on an instrument whose colourful 
                  variety of effects thrives more in a solo or chamber music setting. 
                  In ‘Canada’ we start slowly, and end up with a rollicking dance 
                  in which Ashley Macisaac’s Celtic fiddle comes into its own. 
                
                There are three 
                  interludes in which soloists and their respective cultures meet 
                  in a duet. ‘Canada and The Gambia’ is the best of these. Here 
                  the dance character of the fiddle is lifted free of the somewhat 
                  stodgily amplified ensemble sound by the punchy rhythmic playing 
                  of Foday Musa Suso. The ‘Gambia’ movement begins with a Lyle 
                  Mays soundalike keyboard ostinato which, spread over fifteen 
                  minutes, becomes a bit static and leaden. ‘Brazil’ is rather 
                  aimless as well, but while UAKTI’s flautist has little to get 
                  his teeth into the delightfully tactile tuned percussion has 
                  more of a chance to shine, until they’re drowned out; you just 
                  find yourself wishing that the PG Ensemble would shut up for 
                  a while. The Sitar is an instrument made so familiar from other 
                  sources that it seems less of a leap to hear it over the backing 
                  of electronic keyboards. Gaurav Mazumdar is a worthy disciple 
                  of Ravi Shankar, and floats with sometimes irrelevant ease over 
                  the bumpy-noisy Glass backing in ‘India’. The final movement, 
                  ‘Greece’, brings everyone together alongside the sultry singing 
                  of Eleftheria Arvanitaki. There are some nice harmonic twists 
                  here, and the whole thing has a sweetly lyrical pomp-pop anthem 
                  flavour I’d feel safe playing for my mother. It misses ‘hit’ 
                  quality however, and as far as I’m concerned if she likes it, 
                  she can keep it. 
                This is a beautifully 
                  recorded and sumptuous production which is almost self-recommending 
                  to those interested in high profile meetings between the music 
                  of the west and the rest-of-the-world. Some of it is great fun, 
                  and as ‘Gebrauchsmusik’ it was no doubt highly effective in 
                  the arena for which it was composed – it was certainly well 
                  received at the London première. The final impression is however 
                  a little like a meal cooked in a wok over too low a flame – 
                  the aromas and flavours of both Glass and his brilliant friends 
                  are tantalisingly present, but the overall result is a rather 
                  mushy and indigestible.
                Dominy Clements