When dealing with Phill Niblock’s music, you pretty know what you’re in for from the outset: A thick, massive wall of sound within which you’ll encounter all manner of activities. Much of the intrigue involves the instrumentation utilized and how, if at all, it’s augmented.
For the two works presented here, Disseminate as Five String Quartets and Baobab, five “multiples” of the quartet are used, with twenty different instrumental lines. Each lengthy line, essentially a drone, has a designated degree of sharpness or flatness around a given pitch and the players create tones as seamlessly as possible, resulting in one continuous, fluctuating stream. Naturally, the small variations in pitch create pulses and throbs that become one of the basic attributes of the work. More to the point, they accentuate the richness and nuance of the overall sound, a huge, breathing, orchestral mass. The amount of information packed into this music is astonishing, allowing the listener to hear detail after detail, pattern after pattern, relationship after relationship.
Apart from a difference in basic pitch, there’s not so much to distinguish the two pieces; both afford the same luxurious, cavernous, ultra-resonant immersion into Niblock’s unique sound world, one of the deepest around. As always, beautifully interpreted by the outstanding Bozzini Quartet.
voir dans le vent qui hurle les étoiles rire et rire by Symon Henry already had a life. Created for the opening of the new Pavilion Lassonde at the Musée des Beaux-Arts du Québec by the Québec Symphonic Orchestra, it is under the arrangement of Danielle Palardy Roger for the Ensemble SuperMusique it has been recorded in 2018. The music of Symon Henry is particular by being partly improvised, their scores being drawn instead of being written with traditional notation. Curves, ascents and descents lines define the melody when the density of the traits and the colors define the orchestration and the volume of the sounds. The part of the musicians playing this music is then huge in the interpretation being done. But the listeners also have their voice in the interpretation of this music. Symon Henry writes (draws) their music as poetry, leaving space for diverse ways of understanding. Then, in order to review the listening I have done, you reader have to accept this is nothing more nothing less than my personal way of hearing this music. One between thousands.
The piece has six sections which will be played without stop. voir dans le vent qui hurle les étoiles rire et rire begins with Grandes horizontales et nuages d’étoiles. We can guess that these long horizontal lines will not touch each other, these lines, as unstable as they are, do not meet. This premiss is quite contemplative and ecstatic and express the impossibility of some connections, some communications. Les rencontres (meetings) happen in the second part. The straight lines are superposed to a clattering background from the strings and the piano. A solo by the cellist, took back by the saxophone shows a greater dramatic tension, what meetings and splittings sometimes also have. This movement ends on animals songs, those animals sounds like they are suffering, are breathless. With a transition at the cello — decidedly, Rémy Bélanger de Beauport hits it here — into the third part, Entrelacs et épurations, see the cello and the piano put down the marks for what will be following. After a stop in the flow, the sounds are shorter, sparser. Which brings to the almost death of this long breath that lead the piece from the very beginning. The fourth part, Accords et impulsions will be the catalyst for the end of the piece. The piano leads with a strong pointillism through Les nues. — we have here to define what «nues» means. In French it is a word frequently used in idioms without anyone knowing what it really means. It should be understood as the skies, cloudy or not, the clouds — On an almost dancing beat with a lot of pats is superposed huge descending glissandos, rocket ascending lines, exacerbated climaxes, ecstatic coitus. Here is the big earthquake, where everything happens. It ends on a plateau of high pitched strings and woodwinds, not coming back from their cloud until the end of the last section, Résonances. Once again, we hear long horizontal lines. The piano, the percussions and the cello are in the low of their respective register. Everything ends without having these extremes meet. Soaring each on their side, those lines live their grand ecstasy apart.
Until the end of the 20th Century, music mostly was an art of reproduction. Musicians damned to reproduce as well as they could what is a Beethoven sonata, what is a Bruckner Symphony, what is a Berg opera. Symon Henry, with many other composers writes a music which offers a lot of freedom to the performance, to the expression of views by the musicians-interpreters. They also leave a lot of space for the listener to hear, see and feel what the listener wants. I heard a lot of ecstasy, a lot of breath in voir dans le vent qui hurle les étoiles rire et rire. I feel some influences, maybe from Ligeti, Stockhausen or even Messiaen. But I am totally conscious that it is only one in a million ways to listen to this music. Other ensembles or orchestras will play eventually this work. The standard will be pretty high considering how this recording is very inspired and has a brilliant technical render. But those who will perform this music anew will give us eventually a pretty different version from this one. As in poetry, everything happens between the words, between the notes. The breath and the rests modify the meaning and embody the interpretation. This beautiful production is plural: it shows drawings, extracts from the score, of course this has a lot of music and also some poetry, as you can read the list of the titles as a haiku.
On Sukoku pour Pygmées, reedplayer Jean Derome, a central presence in Quebec’s new music collective Ambiances Magnétiques, culls three works composed ten years apart. Starting with Les Dangereux Zhoms (pianist Guillaume Dostaler, bassist Pierre Cartier, drummer Pierre Tanguay), the foursome is augmented by violin, two more woodwinds, three horns (including tuba), electric guitar, percussion, plus a director to cue events. The title track, a flexible canon, derives from a Sudoku puzzle solution, with two parent scales (together containing all 12 pitches) and independent assignments for each voice, generating a decentered yet well-balanced contrapuntal web. 7 Danses (pour «15»), a suite, ranges from roiling folk dance to off-kilter jazz waltz to rubato pastoral. 5 pensées (pour le caoutchouc dur) is expansive, carnivalesque, fueled by low tumbling horns, vocalistic cries, climaxing in a smooth but skronky polka.
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Tout en voix, Quelques fictions invente sa propre langue, à coups d’onomatopées et de souffles, de bruitages gutturaux et d’envolées mélodiques, d’espièglerie et de culture.
On est balancé en permanence sur des géographies à la familiarité pourtant inconnue, puisant savamment dans dans cantiques tribaux ou liturgiques aux origines inconnues, inventions pleine de malice et de connections floues. L’avant-garde se dilue dans une comedia dell’arte pleine de vie et d’humour, d’inattendu et de surprise. Brillant.