Sir John Tavener has become something of an icon these days, attaining 
                the ultimate in respectability as Prince Charles’s favourite composer.  
                He is most famous for his choral music, most notably the Song 
                for Athene. This disc collects together a much more intimate 
                aspect of his output that I didn’t know existed.  On first hearing 
                it’s a rather puzzling disc, but it repays the effort of repeated 
                listening, particularly with the later works.  
              
The booklet notes, written by the performer, do 
                  their best to contextualise each piece, which makes it rather 
                  irritating that they aren’t arranged chronologically: there 
                  is no good reason for this, and it breaks up any sense of charting 
                  the composer’s development.  Raat sometimes gets a little carried 
                  away in his admiration for Tavener: for example, the piano is 
                  “transformed into a strikingly individual, sonorous world of 
                  chiming bells, highly lyrical melodic phrases, and recurrently, 
                  thundering sound clouds, confronting the omnipresent silence 
                  in the strongest possible way.”  Quite.
                
The Eastern mysticism that Tavener has made his 
                  own - he has been a member of the Russian Orthodox church and 
                  imbibed its colours into his music - is present in most of these 
                  works. He does a good job of using the instrument’s more limited 
                  resources to achieve similar effects to those in his larger 
                  orchestral and choral works.  Yet the earlier works tread the 
                  line between consonance and dissonance in a way I find quite 
                  irritating.  Ypakoë, for example, has a simple, profoundly 
                  spiritual melody which is allowed to sing out towards the middle 
                  and end of the piece.  To get there, however, we have to put 
                  up with all manner of meanderings that seemed quite purposeless 
                  to me.  Palin, his first piano work, features many instances 
                  when one key is sounded frequently and continuously for about 
                  10 seconds at a time.  It’s meant to evoke approaching thunder, 
                  but it just sounds tedious.  Then the second half of the piece 
                  is a mirror image of the first (the Palindrome of the title); 
                  all very clever, but if the first half didn’t inspire you then 
                  the second won’t either.  
                
The lighter works on this disc, tracks 4 and 6, 
                  are dedicated to the memory of Tavener’s cats, and they see 
                  a return to traditional, triadic harmonies.  These portraits 
                  are affectionate and warm: we even have glissandi to represent 
                  the pets running over the keys.  Mandoodles contains 
                  jazz rhythms and reference to a Chopin Prelude, and In Memory 
                  of Two Cats is simple, bell-like and appealing.  As with 
                  Ypakoë, an austerely beautiful melody is allowed space 
                  to sound.  It is at moments like these that the disc is at its 
                  best and these get their fullest flowering in Pratirūpa, 
                  the longest and most recent work here.  Influenced by the Sufi 
                  philosophy that Tavener currently follows, it suggests that 
                  the real essence of spirituality soars above any one religion.  
                  The title is Sanskrit for reflection and it is in this 
                  piece that Tavener’s mastery of musical stasis is most apparent.  
                  There is little by way of melody here, but that doesn’t seem 
                  to matter as the piano evokes a mood of ethereal stillness, 
                  the higher consciousness that Sufi strives towards?  The peace 
                  is occasionally interrupted by violence, including a moment 
                  when the pianist seems to thunder down most of the keyboard 
                  three times.  It’s here, however, that we get closest to the 
                  religiosity of Tavener’s choral works and the evocative immobility 
                  can be hypnotic at times.  
                
All this suggests a sense of development in Tavener’s 
                  style, from overt modernism through to a more sophisticated 
                  use of harmonies in his later works.  The disc - the only one 
                  of this music? - is a welcome step in plugging this gap and 
                  any of the composer’s fans who want to experience his broader 
                  range shouldn’t hesitate.  Performances are highly committed 
                  and the sound is up to the usual Naxos high standard. 
                  
                    
                  
                  Simon 
                  Thompson