Vinko Globokar is 
                  one of those composers whose breadth 
                  of background almost guarantees a 
                  certain amount of unpredictability. 
                  Starting out as a jazz musician, he 
                  is also a top trombone player, having 
                  premiered works for that instrument 
                  by the likes of Berio, Kagel, Stockhausen 
                  and Takemitsu. He was part of the 
                  free improvisation movement in the 
                  late 1960s, but as a conductor and 
                  thinker on music and creativity in 
                  general his practical sense as a musician 
                  always gives his work a firm foundation 
                  in functional reality – even if creating 
                  pieces which connect ensembles remotely 
                  via radio link, or as in this case, 
                  multiple orchestras in a way which 
                  to some extent recalls Stockhausen’s 
                  Gruppen. 
                
 
                
Der Engel der 
                  Geschichte, or ‘The Angel of History’, 
                  is a trilogy for two orchestras and 
                  a diversity of electronics. The pre-recorded 
                  voices which are en element in the 
                  opening of the work stand as a symbol 
                  for the composer’s intention to "create 
                  a sound fresco of the time I am living 
                  in." These are early recordings 
                  of folk music from former Yugoslavia’s 
                  various regions, names which in our 
                  time have become notorious labels 
                  on mankind’s baggage of guilt, his 
                  inhumanity to his neighbour – Bosnia, 
                  Serbia, Kosovo … Globokar worked as 
                  a jazz trombonist in the region for 
                  many years in the late 1940s and early 
                  1950s, so his associations with these 
                  countries and his affection for the 
                  people must be strong, although this 
                  isn’t mentioned in the booklet for 
                  this release. The strange thing which 
                  happens is that these voices and their 
                  ‘strange’ music, placed in this new 
                  context, can sound every bit as modern 
                  and challenging to my ears as Globokar’s 
                  own composition. Later, recordings 
                  of dance bands are also inserted; 
                  appearing as a briefly opened window 
                  into more peaceful, joyous times – 
                  a challenging contrast with the dark 
                  world from which they emerge. 
                
 
                
Globokar was already 
                  working on this first movement, ‘Zerfall’, 
                  when his attention was brought to 
                  a painting by Paul Klee called Angelus 
                  Novus, and the German philosopher 
                  Walter Benjamin’s writings in relation 
                  to it. The quotations included in 
                  the booklet are concise, but go a 
                  long way towards explaining Globokar’s 
                  motivations and what he is expressing: 
                  "This is how the angel of history 
                  must look. His face is turned towards 
                  the past. Where a chain of events 
                  appear before us, he 
                  sees a single catastrophe, which keeps 
                  piling wreckage upon wreckage and 
                  hurls it at his feet." At the 
                  end of this movement, the singing 
                  voices are drowned out by the rolling 
                  machinery of massed tanks – a very 
                  disturbing aural image. 
                
 
                
Der Engel der 
                  Geschichte deals with this difficult 
                  subject head on, taking as the second 
                  movement ‘Mars’ the subject, possibly, 
                  of a "police state ending in 
                  anarchy". In this movement the 
                  sound of one of the orchestras is 
                  manipulated in a ‘live electronic 
                  alienation’. This is a strange effect, 
                  in which at times the orchestra seems 
                  to grow extra sonic limbs or to leech 
                  into different areas of the soundscape 
                  like flourishing bacteria. Echoes 
                  and repetitions extend into the dry 
                  interruptions of other instruments, 
                  and the music develops like a diseased 
                  musette under a surface of violent 
                  struggle. The shock of distorted perspectives 
                  and sounds placed surreally out of 
                  context, often with their timbre and 
                  emphasis completely malformed, is 
                  quite a remarkable effect in SACD 
                  mode. Multi-channel recording and 
                  reproduction is very good for this 
                  kind of music. Close your eyes, and 
                  the idea that you are sitting in the 
                  hall surrounded by bizarre strangeness 
                  is entirely convincing. 
                
 
                
The doom-laden themes 
                  and generally heavily symbolic nature 
                  of the music in this piece are not 
                  allowed to destroy our faith in humanity 
                  entirely, and the final movement ‘Hoffnung’ 
                  introduces "the terrible storm 
                  of progress, of hope." Globokar 
                  sees this as the present, with positive 
                  aspects superimposed upon the negative. 
                  Connoisseurs of his musical language 
                  will be ready for the glimpses of 
                  humour which peep around the corner 
                  here – a dancing accordion, some jazzy 
                  winds, slides in the brass – not always 
                  messengers of fragrance and nice things, 
                  but the mood is briefly, very briefly 
                  lightened on occasion. Tension rises 
                  toward the end, with the development 
                  of some cluster chords which heighten 
                  a sense of cinematic drama which is 
                  undercurrent of the entire movement. 
                  This is all very strong stuff, which 
                  leaves the listener in no doubt as 
                  to the weight of the composer’s message. 
                
 
                
Les Otages, 
                  ‘The Hostages’, is a ‘musical fiction’ 
                  inspired by a newspaper article about 
                  hostages. Globokar says no more to 
                  illustrate the work, but requested 
                  a poem by his friend the writer Edoardo 
                  Sanguineti. This is reproduced and 
                  translated in the booklet and, casting 
                  a grim message of decay and terrors, 
                  doesn’t really promise an easy ride. 
                  The music opens with a distinct menu 
                  of animal sounds, concluding with 
                  the laughter of a young child, and 
                  religious chanting. Sardonic juxtapositions? 
                  Echoes of the natural world and a 
                  lost freedom? Our own imaginations 
                  and sense of moral perspective are 
                  awakened from the start in this remarkable 
                  piece, and thus poked into some kind 
                  of literal response the mind enquires 
                  and seeks clues. As with a real hostage 
                  situation, the emotions and senses 
                  are dislocated and disorientated. 
                  Instruments are made to generate atmospheric 
                  environments – night? or searing heat? 
                  Natural sounds are a feature. Knocking 
                  wood – is it footsteps? or amplified 
                  raindrops? As with Der Engel der 
                  Geschichte the music is almost 
                  pure drama, but here the references 
                  are more overt, if almost always open 
                  to more than one interpretation. A 
                  tapping typewriter is the clearest 
                  of clues – but is it? It’s not a real 
                  typewriter ... The banalities of human 
                  existence – telephones and snoring, 
                  are set against the in-your-face angst 
                  of the unknown. Fans of horror films 
                  should play this to themselves: just 
                  them, the music and their imagination 
                  in a darkened room. I can guarantee 
                  a more memorable experience than just 
                  about anything the slimy monster department 
                  can come up with. 
                
 
                
I have to be honest, 
                  this is by no means an easy brace 
                  of works. Fans of Globokar will know 
                  a little of what to expect, and many 
                  of his stylistic fingerprints pop 
                  up from time to time. There are the 
                  ‘telegraph wire’ sustained strings, 
                  shouts – sometimes through megaphones, 
                  siren wailing from certain instruments, 
                  a general sense of high impact avant-garde 
                  expressionism and no sense of compromise. 
                  Extremes of range are a feature of 
                  the orchestration, from low tuba to 
                  piccolo and whistles. There are stretches 
                  of almost silence and interruptions 
                  of violent power. Globokar’s musical 
                  language is almost entirely dramatic 
                  in these pieces. There is no room 
                  for lyricism or tonality in the conventional 
                  sense, but the imagination is taken 
                  to places more normally reserved for 
                  gritty and well-written fiction in 
                  book form. Der Engel der Geschichte 
                  is a work on a fearsomely grand 
                  and ambitious scale, but doesn’t exist 
                  in isolation in Globokar’s oeuvre. 
                  It is possible to see it as an extension 
                  of the kinds of ideas explored in 
                  Les Emigrés from 1982, 
                  which anticipates the troubles in 
                  former Yugoslavia with its examination 
                  of fears and motives in movement within 
                  the European population. 
                
 
                
Contemporary music 
                  needs its commentators on seriously 
                  challenging and socially relevant 
                  themes, so in this aspect alone this 
                  is a release I would urge anyone to 
                  explore. It almost goes without saying 
                  that the performances are excellent 
                  – high in energy, and fully in tune 
                  with the composer’s idiom. Recorded 
                  sound is also very good, and at times 
                  startling in terms of its imaging. 
                  You could buy it for mother-in-law, 
                  but you’d better make sure in advance 
                  that it’s on her wish-list. 
                
Dominy Clements