Of Greek origins – origins which inform more than a few of his 
                pieces – Nickitas Demos is Associate Professor and Coordinator 
                of Composition Studies at the Georgia State University School 
                of Music in Atlanta. On the evidence of the chamber pieces heard 
                here, his own music is emotionally direct and powerful in an essentially 
                tonal language which most should find easily accessible. Indeed 
                there is an openness to the music which is thoroughly welcoming, 
                without ever being merely populist.
                
The earliest piece 
                  here, Mnimosinon, takes its title from the name of a memorial 
                  service in the Greek Orthodox church, held on the anniversary 
                  of a death, at which prayers are offered for the peace of the 
                  soul of the departed, hymns are sung, and a tray of boiled wheat 
                  is brought to the church, as a token of the immortality of the 
                  soul. Demos’ Mnimosinon was written for the anniversary of his 
                  father’s death, his father having been a clarinet player, conductor 
                  and professor of music and captures something of the purposeful 
                  ritual of the service. An opening cadenza for clarinet sets 
                  a suitably introspective (and retrospective?) mood and is succeeded 
                  by delicate interplay between clarinet, cello, harp and percussion, 
                  the lines initially rather fragmentary and often echoic but 
                  later building in length, in which there are passages of real 
                  beauty. A cadenza for cello – an instrument for which Demos 
                  seems to write particularly well – sustains the elegiac mood. 
                  Towards its close the rhythmic impulse of the work becomes more 
                  insistent and there is also quotation from what is the final 
                  hymn chanted at a Mnimosinon (‘May his memory be eternal’), 
                  the off-stage clarinet deployed as a suggestion of that other 
                  spiritual realm which the souls of the dead now inhabit. The 
                  whole is moving and richly expressive.
                
In his notes, Demos 
                  observes that when he wrote his Three Gestures for Solo Cello 
                  (the year after Mnimosinon) he thought of the piece as wholly 
                  abstract in character. He has since come to recognise its affinities 
                  with the preceding work and sees the three movements of this 
                  piece as also related to his father’s death. The opening movement 
                  (‘Intently’), has a grave and meditative quality, the second 
                  (‘Gently’) is dominated by some elegiac writing in fifths, and 
                  the third (‘Playfully’) shifts the mood, becoming celebratory 
                  in its use of elements from Greek folk song and dance, in a 
                  lively movement full of technically demanding writing. The demands 
                  of all three movements are well met by cellist David Hancock 
                  who puts a persuasive case for the piece.
                
Tonoi I and II are 
                  the first in an ongoing sequence of pieces for solo instruments. 
                  Tonoi I, played with technical assurance and conviction by Tania 
                  Maxwell-Clements, contains some striking passages and suggests, 
                  once more, that writing for strings seems to be particularly 
                  stimulating to this composer’s musical imagination. Certainly, 
                  Tonoi II, while perfectly well played (so far as one can judge 
                  without a score) by Cary Lewis, seems rather more of an exploration 
                  of instrumental resource and idiom, less fully charged musically 
                  and emotionally, as it were. There are rather more effects than 
                  causes here.
                
The Suite for Oboe, 
                  Viola and Piano, on the other hand, is an exciting, musically 
                  sophisticated piece, full of tonal complexity and structural 
                  sophistication without ever running the risk of being merely 
                  clever. The impulsive speed, sudden bursts of dense of sound, 
                  equally sudden droppings away into a far thinner texture, which 
                  characterise the first movement (‘Circle Music’) contrast very 
                  effectively with – and give a particular meaning to – the second 
                  movement which lives up to its title – ‘in praise of stillness’ 
                  – through its prolonged melodic lines and barely shifting harmonies. 
                  A finely put together movement, all the better when heard after 
                  its predecessor. In the third movement (Aegean Counterpoint’), 
                  the piano drops out, and the dialogue of oboe and viola is lively 
                  and conversational in its counterpointed lines and phrases, 
                  before in the final movement (Aubade’) the piano returns, in 
                  music which grows and burgeons in ways not hard to relate to 
                  its title. The whole makes a fine trio which deserves to be 
                  more widely played and heard.
                
              
Postscript, fittingly 
                enough, rounds off a rewarding programme of chamber music, the 
                piece being described by its composer as an exploration of “the 
                interplay between silence and rhythmic activity”. At times I was 
                reminded both of Mediterranean folk phrasing and the bass-clarinet 
                of Eric Dolphy; these particular connections may be mine more 
                than the composer’s, but Demos is certainly a composer whose ears 
                are open to many different musical idioms, but who is able to 
                synthesise them into coherent music of a distinctive kind. There 
                is much here that I will return to frequently, I suspect.
              
 Glyn Pursglove