As Bob Gilmore mentions in his informative booklet notes for 
                  this release, Northern Irish composer Ed Bennett’s musical language 
                  “looks across the water, towards England and continental Europe 
                  in one direction, and to the east coast of America in the other.” 
                  This is an aspect of contemporary music which will make the 
                  gliding glissandi and repetitions of a piece like Stop-Motion 
                  Music familiar to those who have an acquaintance with, for 
                  instance, the Dutch ‘minimalist sound’ of the 1970s and 1980s. 
                  It’s a sound associated with ensembles like De Volharding which 
                  were wind and percussion led, with the sturdy foundation of 
                  an electric bass guitar to keep the harmony as well as the rhythm 
                  punchy and grounded. 
                  
                  Bennett likes his glissandi, and the strings of Slow Down 
                  play these against the sustain of a piano to create an atmosphere 
                  of landscape and reflection. The strings of the piano are sometimes 
                  plucked or struck with something other than the hammers of the 
                  instrument, changing the colour of the notes and generating 
                  changes in the harmonic relationships between that and the strings 
                  in intriguing ways. The movement of the shifting sustained notes 
                  occasionally create traditional harmonies as if by chance, and 
                  the brain attaches itself to them like precious landmarks. 
                  
                  As its title suggests, Cartoon Music uses the imagery 
                  and associations of cartoons of the Road Runner type as the 
                  starting point for a work which is in fact more serious than 
                  mere parody. There are plenty of technical high jinks from saxophone 
                  and percussion, the former sometimes acting like the voice of 
                  a character, the latter implying chasing sequences and slapstick 
                  thwacks. The piano adds some harmonic interest but is almost 
                  relegated to the function of a continuo part in comparison to 
                  the other instruments. 
                  
                  The sheer expressive sonority and weight of the bass clarinet 
                  personifies a Monster in its own right, and this piece 
                  pits the soloist against an electronic treatment of his own 
                  playing which may have you wondering if your playback equipment 
                  is functioning correctly - such are the jittery fragments which 
                  emerge. Voices in German also emerge from the electronic backdrop, 
                  making non-sequitur remarks and ‘adding to the cinematic ambience.’ 
                  This piece is fully notated but has an improvisatory feel, indeed 
                  including some sections which allow for deviation from the score 
                  and some wild performing from Paul Roe. There is some nice ambient 
                  texture with a sustained electronic tone further on in the piece, 
                  but I’m not convinced by the addition of those ‘orchestra hit’ 
                  effects. 
                  
                  JF is a string quartet which succeeds in wresting the 
                  ensemble from its cosy 18th and 19th century 
                  traditional function, placing it through a technical filter 
                  which creates effects of distortion more associated with rock 
                  guitars. Aptly put by Bob Gilmore, “the ’conversation between 
                  four gentlemen’ is here replaced by a wild shouting match”, 
                  generating a consistently energetic and lively dose of shrill 
                  aversion therapy. 
                  
                  The title track, My Broken Machines is also the earliest 
                  of the pieces in this programme. This takes as its starting 
                  point the composer’s memories of amusement arcades and their 
                  bizarrely exotic machines. The sinister elements in this collection 
                  of apparatus, ’laughing policemen, mechanical fortune tellers, 
                  tests of strength, ghost trains…’ was heightened by the decay 
                  and abandonment which set Bennett’s imagination alight as he 
                  would pass the closed up building. The percussion-heavy score 
                  is marked ‘Calm with interruptions’, summing up a mood of silence 
                  which is broken by a “crazy carnival continuing inside while 
                  the unsuspecting public continued about their daily lives.” 
                  This leads on nicely to the final work, Ghosts, for amplified 
                  viola d’amore, which recreates another nocturnal interior, that 
                  of the Irish Cultural Institute - “a place with a long history” 
                  we are told. The sympathetic strings of the viola d’amore are 
                  amplified, spotlighting these unusual acoustic effects and re-balancing 
                  the sound to create what at times seems in effect to be an almost 
                  entirely new instrument. There are aspects of the writing which 
                  are folk-like, the performer creating a hardanger-fiddle effect 
                  at times. These Ghosts are often obstreperous and argumentative, 
                  but also have a sentimental side, recalling past musics and 
                  moaning softly on occasion, and disappearing finally into the 
                  ether - beyond the range of hearing. 
                  
                  This is a fine collection of pieces by a composer with a clear 
                  vision and a healthy dose of talent. All of the performances 
                  and recordings are excellent, and NMC’s presentation is beyond 
                  criticism. In general all of the works have their own sense 
                  of conviction and few weaknesses, though I can’t say any one 
                  of them in particular hit me between the eyes and made me lament 
                  what I’d been missing for the past few years. Much of what you 
                  hear on this CD may seem new, but this programme fits neatly 
                  into what most of today’s musicians would categorise as contemporary 
                  mainstream. 
                  
                  Dominy Clements