Nigel Westlake is 
                  a clarinettist but even so not many composer-executants put 
                  themselves on the line whilst wielding the bass clarinet as 
                  Westlake does in Invocations. This is a constantly changing, 
                  ever-colourful work, long on prismic patterns amidst some angular 
                  Bergian moments. Westlake, being Westlake, there are so back-beaty 
                  moments too in the second of the four movements, lightly bluesy 
                  as well – a bent glissando signals the widening of the palette. 
                  So indeed does the rather coolly aloof solo violin line. The 
                  German Romantics’ motto Frei aber Einsam might have been 
                  the creed for the slow movement with its expressive withdrawn 
                  quality. And the finale wraps it all up with some rhythmically 
                  charged drama.
                Antarctica – 
                  suite for guitar and orchestra is a slightly earlier work. 
                  It began as a film score (an IMAX presentation) but this is 
                  a reworking and includes material not utilised in the film score. 
                  Rather than a Vaughan Williams-inspired affair Westlake is precise 
                  in his aural and visual reference points. Short motifs, jagged 
                  and abrasive – splendidly suggested by brief cymbal “cracks”- 
                  are added to the guitar’s more amiable patterns. The Wooden 
                  Ships, the second movement, carries with it a gentle romance, 
                  full of rich lyricism though its B section bears a more ominous 
                  and discordant charge. The Penguin Ballet functions as 
                  a kind of scherzo – graceful underwater but surprisingly gruff 
                  and unsteady on land. The Ice Core is the finale. Westlake 
                  manages to conjure up ice floe and ice cracks with brilliant 
                  precision – yet this kind of writing is never crass or obvious. 
                  He blends and fuses colours with impressionist security and 
                  deploys sharp sounds as defiantly as any Vorticist. 
                Finally there is 
                  the (lower-case) out of the blue for string orchestra. 
                  This was written at a difficult time for the composer following 
                  a car crash. It certainly does evoke blues in the central, slow 
                  section but the spareness of writing is the thing that most 
                  strikes one. It’s also minimalist in its control of dynamics. 
                  Elsewhere though there’s plenty of rhythmically propulsive animation 
                  and a sense that corners have been turned and all is for the 
                  better.  
                The Australian 
                  Composer Series notches up another success here. Full marks 
                  to the resident band, the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra here 
                  under David Porcelijn, for being such convincing advocates for 
                  so much good contemporary Australian writing.
                Jonathan Woolf