Tim Parkinson

Abstract

deadly – the latter achieved in this music through a kind of labyrinthine repetition. At length, the piano striates time evenly and persistently to mark the conclusion, and to return us out of this beautiful world. pegaeae, for string trio, begins with a section more silence than sound. Stepping melodic statements alternate with lengthy gaps of silence, evoking the springs for which they are named. The source is unknown, the water magically appearing, dribbling or tumbling from the side of a hill, vanishing just as quickly. The silence between melodic dribbles is, however, artificial, and one can hear the fades to infinity as they were drawn into the DAW. Some are really quite aggressive in their shaping. It is a shame that this obvious technical error was made with this recording. Happily, the discourse modulates slightly to a lush netting of slow glissandi to which the previous dribbles have become ornamentation. Once this texture is established, the second half is more of the same. Yet, for that, it is the case that this is some of the most exquisite music I have heard for some time. I struggle to pinpoint how exactly. limnades, for piano, cello and vibraphone, involves some of the most extraordinary orchestration for a trio I know. It begins with a totemic gesture: C# to a repeated G, ripples on a silent surface. This music is very concerned with its materials, almost didactic. It quietly repeats pitches at different tempi, frequently in unison, sometimes two, and rarely three different pitches. Lithe gestures try to break out of the rippling repeated pitches, to no avail. These textures are spread equally across the three instruments with such grace that one hardly notices the virtuosity. The simplicity of the brilliantly handled materials makes me wonder if Iddon is trying to make this piece work, to make the work push out of itself. But like a lake, it is bounded. Eventually it gives in to the simplest, almost indulgent idea of steady pulses at 55 bpm of the same pitch in various octaves, including a beautifully and luxuriously captured piano in its lower register and concludes shortly thereafter. potameides, for piano, violin, viola, cello, bass clarinet, flute and percussion, consists of diaphanous rapidly flowing lines with dripping repeated pitches. Though this has the largest ensemble of the album, it doesn’t sound at all larger for it – in fact, compared to its slower predecessor, it sounds smaller. The music flows, simply flows and one patiently waits for an event. In the context of the album, it feels to me like a pure progression of time. I can’t help but wonder how it would read as an isolated piece of concert music. Gradually the roaming lines decrease in their density ever so slightly, and one notices the melodically sculpted nature of the repeating pitches. An ascending semitone is a palpable shift in the grounding of the local moment. eleionomae, for piano, violin, cello, bass clarinet and flute, concludes the album in a totally different world. The contrast reveals the consistency of the preceding music. It was written with the intent that the performers’ eyes would be closed during performance. While all the pieces float in a temporal limbo, this one does so with different materials, which are, to my ears, more conventionally associated with a generic kind of new music. Sounds are much less pitchy, and in the context of the album, unfortunately, it registers only as a loss. The fascinatingly iridescent interface between pitch and noise which is so emblematic of the previous pieces is simply gone. The sounds here are much less lively, more stagnant, swamp-like, even. The musicians of Apartment House have built an impressive catalogue for Another Timbre performing subtly beautiful works, often with unique approaches to aleatoric composition. Their work is defined by a supremely sensitive musicality and compassion that this repertoire requires. The recordings on this album, particularly the first three tracks, are a tremendous achievement.