Jennifer 
                  Stinton was the top flute student when I was at the Royal 
                  Academy of Music, and I remember being delighted to have the 
                  chance to deputise in the big Academy orchestras when she was 
                  so advanced as to have become almost invisible – constantly 
                  away gigging in the big professional orchestras in London or 
                  other such major league employment. I was only entrusted with 
                  such work after giving everyone a fright by nearly winning the 
                  York Bowen prize – adjudicated by the late lamented and greatly 
                  missed Sebastian Bell. I was always going to come second to 
                  Jenny however, and of course she went on to record numerous 
                  excellent CDs for Collins Classics, now re-issued on the Regis 
                  label. 
                
Hidden 
                  Tango is full of light 
                  and attractive pieces, with the accurate and articulate flute 
                  of Jennifer Stinton accompanied by the colourful and many-sided 
                  guitar playing of Richard Hand. The title may deceive a few 
                  seekers of dance tangos, for there are plenty of works here 
                  which have nothing whatever to do with that particular musical 
                  genre. Debussy’s Syrinx for instance is a typical flautist’s 
                  standby filler, and I suspect that is why it is included here. 
                  Nicely turned as the performance is here, I would have preferred 
                  a little more red-blooded passion in Pan’s cry of anguish towards 
                  the end. Gareth Morris used to paint more of a dreamily nostalgic 
                  picture of that moment for us in his lessons, but times have 
                  changed, and I look for grim emotional terrors at that point 
                  these days. 
                
I 
                  am however getting ahead of myself. Stephen Goss’s suite of 
                  short pieces From Honey to Ashes, is full of gems – jazzy 
                  and poetic. There are plenty of opportunities for the guitarist 
                  to display a variety of effects, from percussive slaps and damped 
                  strings, to the more conventional gestures one might normally 
                  expect. Even the simpler movements, such as Flutes and Fiddles 
                  have interesting rhythmic wrinkles, and this is a piece all 
                  such duos should make an effort to discover. 
                
Astor 
                  Piazzolla’s Histoire du Tango is a famous work for this 
                  combination, and the Hand/Stinton duo makes an excellent job 
                  of it. The piece presents ‘the tango’ in four different settings, 
                  from Bordel 1900 to Concert d’aujourd’hui. Again, 
                  I particularly enjoy Hand’s variety of colour, and his skilful 
                  vibrato in the solo towards the beginning of Café 1930.  
                  The tango theme is continued in Jerry Owen’s Hidden Tango, 
                  which the composer describes as ‘not a picture of the dance 
                  itself, but an abstract of the energy and sentiment of the dance 
                  of love.’ There are whiffs and elements of this Argentinian 
                  sensibility, and the piece has a nice feel of narrative, moving 
                  from the gently pastoral to the folksy via a more sensual central 
                  section – not earth shattering, but highly attractive nonetheless. 
                
The 
                  famous Aria from the Bachianas Brasileiras No.5 by 
                  Villa-Lobos arranged for flute and guitar works well enough 
                  to start with: the plucked strings imitating the cellos in the 
                  opening. The more passionate second section has however, alas, 
                  all the impact of a banana skin on a bass drum, and I wonder 
                  at the wisdom of not playing that highly charged melody an octave 
                  higher in the flute. A question of balance perhaps, but the 
                  result is rather beige I’m sorry to say, and contributes little 
                  to the programme as a whole. 
                
              
Fauré’s Morceau 
                de Concours is rather unusual as a test piece for the Paris 
                Conservatoire, where displays of sheer virtuosity were more often 
                the order of the day. This work is intended to provide an example 
                of musicianship and lyrical abilities, and Stinton traverses some 
                long melodic lines with easy grace. Lyrical melody is also the 
                principal characteristic of Erik Satie’s Gnosiennes and 
                Gymnopédies, and for these works an arrangement for flute 
                and guitar is a logical one. I don’t prefer these to the piano 
                originals, where the sustaining qualities of the melodic line 
                are an artifice and illusion created by an unspoken complicity 
                between the skill of the pianist and the suggestibility of the 
                listener. The function of the guitar as left-hand also means an 
                eternally unequal partnership in these pieces, and I’ve stopped 
                playing them myself with piano accompaniment partly for the reason 
                that I sense my pianist losing the will to live after about 5 
                minutes – but then, my pianist is only really happy when he’s 
                playing Scriabin. The performances on this disc are of course 
                very musical, and one or other of the two sets would probably 
                have been fine. To have both, one after the other, makes for a 
                somewhat somnolent conclusion.
              
To 
                sum up, this is a bit of a mixed bag – one half really interesting 
                material, the other being famous pieces either feeling a little 
                stranded, or having the character of the kind of nice background 
                music organised for quasi-chic dinners on a daily basis. Either 
                way the playing is as good as I expected it to be, so if the pieces 
                and the combination interest I am sure you will not be disappointed.
                
                Dominy Clements