Gavin Bryars’ Second Book of Madrigals is a collection 
                  of fourteen unaccompanied pieces plus one more, entitled Marconi’s 
                  Madrigal, that uses some percussion. This disc also contains 
                  the first number of his Fourth Book of Madrigals. 
                    
                  A word, first of all, about the performances. The madrigals 
                  are sung one to a part. The Vox Altera Ensemble is an absolutely 
                  outstanding group, secure in intonation and with some extremely 
                  beautiful voices amongst the individual members. Their performances 
                  of this music cannot be faulted. The recording is very fine, 
                  though perhaps rather close and with surprisingly little sense 
                  of a church acoustic. The booklet contains two essays in English 
                  and Italian, one from the composer and one from the conductor, 
                  plus the sung texts in Italian with English translations. It 
                  is pretty to look at, but the decision to superimpose parts 
                  of it over photographs of architectural features and a choice 
                  of typeface bordering on the bizarre seems to have been made 
                  with the express view of discouraging the collector from reading 
                  it. Strange, but true. Nonetheless, I make no apology for quoting 
                  at length from it as a way of introducing this music. 
                    
                  The composer writes: “It was in 1998 that I embarked on 
                  a project to write 3, 4 and 5-part madrigals for the Hilliard 
                  Ensemble, working within the spirit and aesthetic of those from 
                  the Italian Renaissance…By coincidence the first four 
                  settings were written on Mondays and I took the decision to 
                  write the remaining nine on Mondays too…sometimes writing 
                  two, and once three, in a day. This strategy clearly committed 
                  me to writing at least seven books of madrigals. The Second 
                  Book (Tuesdays) was written for a 6-part group…These madrigals 
                  set Petrarch in the original 14th century Italian…I wrote 
                  14 madrigals for this book…I also added an extra madrigal 
                  (“Marconi’s Madrigal”). This derives from 
                  a radiophonic piece commissioned by CBC Radio for its celebration 
                  of the centenary of the first transmission of a radio signal 
                  - a single letter - across the Atlantic Ocean by Marconi…in 
                  December 1901. I speculated that the “S” that was 
                  transmitted was, in reality, the first letter of a Petrarch 
                  sonnet…” 
                    
                  The conductor writes: “The composition technique is still 
                  that of…letting the form compose itself, with no prior 
                  formal planning, so that the musical sections are created independent 
                  of each other and characterized exclusively by their expressive 
                  adherence to the text … Bryars’ compositional language 
                  [is] seemingly austere and restrained, but actually with a daring 
                  use of a wide range of styles, from late Romantic tonal chromaticism, 
                  to a modal system reminding us of Gesualdo, Debussy or Martin, 
                  to dreamy jazz harmonies…His constant preference for slow 
                  tempos…indicates expanded, leisurely time, in which the 
                  music reverberates physically in space and time, enhancing its 
                  pauses.” 
                    
                  Of the six or seven collections of Italian Renaissance madrigals 
                  on my shelves, there probably isn’t one that I would listen 
                  to from beginning to end. Instead, I pick out a favourite madrigal 
                  or two, then add on a couple more that I know - or remember 
                  - less well. I won’t be listening to this disc all the 
                  way through in the future either, but for different reasons. 
                  The music is predominantly slow, and there is little in the 
                  way of variety of texture. Contrapuntal writing is sparing, 
                  the composer apparently preferring blocks of sound from different 
                  groups of voices, to contrast with the predominantly homophonic 
                  writing for the whole group. The Second Book is written for 
                  a group of three sopranos and three tenors. There is a lot of 
                  “close harmony” writing, some of it very close indeed, 
                  with frequent semitone clashes. The music journeys very widely 
                  through different keys, but at any given moment tends to firmly 
                  tonal. An exception is the seventh madrigal, which contains 
                  the phrase from which the disc takes its title and which begins 
                  with a list of rivers, the thought of which will never alleviate 
                  the poet’s pain. The subject is a painful one, which perhaps 
                  explains why the harmonic language is more chromatic and harsher 
                  in dissonance than is the general rule. The piece ends on a 
                  resounding major chord, though. 
                    
                  If there is a lack of variety in this music there are, nonetheless, 
                  many passages of great beauty, and in short doses it makes compelling 
                  listening. The ear is led from one lovely event to another by 
                  way of highly effective and sonorous choral writing. The harmonies, 
                  surprising though they sometimes are, are rich and beautiful. 
                  The overall atmosphere is tranquil and reflective, with only 
                  occasional - and short-lived - bursts of something more passionate. 
                  And though the booklet notes refer to the composer’s careful 
                  response to the text, this seems very generalised, given the 
                  overall uniformity of mood, more uniform, indeed, than the mood 
                  of the poetry. When, at the end of the seventh madrigal, the 
                  composer repeats the word “sospiri” (sighs), the 
                  listener’s attention is drawn in a way that singles out 
                  this piece of word-painting as unusual in context. 
                    
                  In spite of the frequently ravishing sound of this music, 
                  it can also be emotionally arid. I find this in particular 
                  in madrigal 9: the poet is captivated by the sight of a white 
                  doe, but I don’t sense anything approaching the feeling 
                  in the music. Madrigal 12 features another list - “flowers, 
                  leaves, grass, shadows” - during which one wonders why 
                  a particular word elicits a particular compositional response. 
                  Madrigal 13 is a song of mourning, but in spite of some more 
                  quite evident word painting, this listener heard no more sadness 
                  in the music than in many other pieces in the collection. 
                    
                  I have listened to all the pieces on this disc three times, 
                  and some individual pieces more than that, and so little difference 
                  does there seem between many of them that I don’t think 
                  I would necessarily recognise a given piece in a “blind” 
                  test. An exception is Madrigal 14, another song of mourning, 
                  in which the atmosphere is well captured and whose final bars 
                  bring a sense of closure, suggesting that the composer intends 
                  the book to be performed in order and perhaps in its entirety. 
                  Marconi’s Madrigal, too, has a particular character 
                  setting it apart from the others, though the discreet percussion 
                  elements - including a typewriter and wood blocks to re-create 
                  the sound of the Morse machine, plus, I think, some mouth noises 
                  from the singers - obviously contribute to this. The first madrigal 
                  from Book Four closes the disc, the bass voices appearing for 
                  the first time, and most welcome they are. 
                    
                  William Hedley