In his informative 
                and entertaining notes to this fine 
                release marking John Joubert’s eightieth 
                birthday, the composer comments, apropos 
                of the Emily Brontë songs. He mentions 
                his endeavours to follow the example 
                of Schubert in allowing "the poetic 
                imagery to inform the piano part with 
                illustrative thematic material which 
                can translate into a musically equivalent 
                symbolic language" and to avoid 
                "the danger of monotony implicit 
                in the purely strophic setting of metrical 
                verse". This observation could 
                equally apply to all four cycles on 
                this disc. These are the very characteristics 
                which distinguish his writing for the 
                voice with long drawn naturally flowing 
                vocal lines – frequently turning with 
                a touch of Berliozian alchemy in a direction 
                the listener does not expect yet leaving 
                you convinced that it is nonetheless 
                the right direction. This is supported 
                by accompaniments which recall Britten’s 
                instinctive knack of reflecting the 
                very essence of the words in sonic terms. 
                The piano writing often extends with 
                dramatic effect to the opposite extremes 
                of the keyboard in the manner but not 
                the style of 
                Janáček. The recorder’s 
                imitative ticking clock which opens 
                the first song in The Hour Hand, 
                for example, is no mere simplistic pictorial 
                device but the precursor of a subtle 
                translation of the poet’s message that 
                time is ever moving though the hour 
                hand itself might appear to be static. 
              
 
              
The result in short 
                is that each poem is enhanced as is 
                a jewel by a fine setting, which of 
                course is ultimately what the art song 
                is all about. Inevitably this demands 
                an uncompromising standard of technical 
                as well as artistic ability, which from 
                these executants is a sine qua non. 
              
 
              
Much thought too has 
                gone into the planning and layout of 
                this recording, in which the four song-cycles, 
                balanced in contrasting pairs, are separated 
                by two substantial chamber works. Kontakion 
                for cello and piano written in 1971 
                on the death of a friend of the composer 
                is a moving and intense 13-minute slow 
                movement in sonata-form making use of 
                the traditional Eastern Orthodox chant 
                for the dead. Improvisation for 
                recorder and piano likewise is a tribute. 
                This time it is to Howard Ferguson, 
                Joubert’s old teacher at the RAM, on 
                the occasion of the latter’s eightieth 
                birthday in 1988. It is a model of what 
                such a piece should be. Drawing on three 
                works written during his period of study, 
                one of which was given its first performance 
                by Ferguson, and working in a quotation 
                from one of his teacher’s own pieces 
                from the same period as well, it adheres 
                despite the title to a strict mirror 
                structure A-B-C-C1-B1-A1. 
                So perhaps this should be regarded as 
                a formal extemporization on the given 
                themes, in which the pupil demonstrates 
                to the master the skills he has acquired, 
                both impressive and endearing however 
                you look at it. 
              
 
              
The casual browser 
                in a record shop who espies the title 
                Shropshire Hills on the cover 
                of a CD might be excused for supposing 
                this to be another pastoral setting 
                of Housman. The roll-call of familiar 
                place names is there – "… round 
                top of Wrekin, Corndon, Clee and Wenlock 
                Edge" – but the poems set in this 
                cycle are by Stephen Tunnicliffe, father 
                of the cellist who plays on this disc. 
                The substance of the poetry, and thus 
                also of the music, deals with the natural 
                life of that magical area rather than 
                the human drama which infuses Housman’s 
                poetry. Just once in a furious climactic 
                passage poet and composer rebel violently 
                against human intrusion in the form 
                of the "jets of war" unwinding 
                "their foamy trains" on low 
                altitude practice runs up the Clun Valley. 
                The cycle begins quite beautifully with 
                the voice alone and ends with an extended 
                passage for piano which to my ears at 
                least - and also my surprise - carries 
                more than a hint of the spirituality 
                of William Baines. 
              
 
              
The Rose is Shaken 
                in the Wind takes its title from 
                the song of that name, written originally 
                in memory of Tracey Chadwell, whose 
                performance of another Joubert song 
                cycle, The Turning Wheel to texts 
                by the same New Zealand poet, Ruth Dallas, 
                is preserved on BMS CD 420/421. This 
                was expanded into the present set at 
                the instigation of John Turner. Both 
                this cycle and The Hour Hand 
                demonstrate the composer’s skill at 
                bringing harmonic richness to the spare 
                linear textures of solo voice with recorder. 
                He encompasses on the one hand the desolation 
                of Horizontal Beams from the 
                latter set, so redolent of Warlock’s 
                Curlew, or the sombre mood of 
                Tombstone Song coloured by the 
                tones of the bass recorder (with an 
                answering refrain ending each stanza 
                that inevitably calls to mind Housman’s 
                Is my team ploughing). On the 
                other hand we have The Gardener’s 
                Song, in which the gardener/poet 
                scolds her garden pests and looks forward 
                to an after-life free of them. Without 
                in any way diminishing the emotional 
                impact of the cycle this "horticultural 
                patter-song", as the composer describes 
                it, is an absolute winner. It is a tour 
                de force for both Lesley-Jane Rogers 
                and John Turner, this time playing the 
                sopranino recorder. 
              
 
              
It has always surprised 
                me that Emily Brontë’s poems have 
                not attracted the attention of song 
                writers more frequently - we desperately 
                need a recording of Pamela Harrison’s 
                cycle The Lonely Landscape. Perhaps 
                some are daunted by her mystic pantheism. 
                No such reservations afflict Joubert’s 
                Six Poems by Emily Brontë, 
                differing from the six chosen by Harrison 
                and selected with Warlockian meticulousness, 
                as he puts it, "to outline a spiritual 
                journey from a mood of regret for the 
                past to one of defiant optimism". 
                Suffice it to record that the music 
                says it all, a worthy complement to 
                the poet’s vision and in the life-enhancing 
                affirmation of Emily’s last poem, a 
                telling conclusion to this splendid 
                release. 
              
 
              
Roger Carpenter 
                
              
See also 
                review by Rob Barnett 
              
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