Roger Reynolds: Still worth its chops?
Nice idea: an entire concert of music by Roger Reynolds, the experimental American who won a Pulitzer in 1989 but whose music doesn’t sound that experimental anymore.
Even his newest music. Nørrebro hosted the world premiere of Reynolds’s new oboe concerto Journey as part of Matthias Reumert’s mini-festival Offbeat. It is an entirely un-rooted piece – a road movie betraying little allegiance to key, material or system as it capers forwards through a series of mystical images. Jacqueline Leclair played it charismatically. Necessary, as there can seem little beyond surface sound in the piece.
Mistral went big on Reynolds’s taxonomical tendencies. It is a score in which instrumental groups stick together before forming fragile coalitions across timbral boundaries – a process that plunges them into mania. The work’s antiphonal qualities and roaring brass cried out for a bigger space than Koncertkirken, or just a different spatial configuration.
Those who stuck around after an hour-long interval caused by a medical emergency were rewarded with the evening’s highlight: Transfigured Wind III. Again, Reynolds sanctifies musical gesture here: a solo flute cries, huffs and puffs (sometimes beguiling, sometimes clichéd) and is answered by a series of delicate ensemble ritornellos that transfigure the same material. Kerstin Thiele played it with an ardour neatly balanced-out by Reumert’s cool conducting.
In its patience, this last piece went deeper – its simpler structure drawing more nuance from Reynolds and giving us a clearer view of his quasi-spectral aesthetic. Is that aesthetic still worth its chops? Reynolds claims nobody can appreciate his music in one hearing. I certainly need more convincing.
Finnish Space Travel
The Finnish multimedia artist Jan Anderzén has, with the album Hoshi, released under the solo moniker Tomutonttu, created a true little star. Not only because »hoshi« literally means »star« in Japanese, but above all due to the music itself. There is something cosmic, yet infinitely minute, about the sonic worlds Anderzén conjures—like a galaxy reflected in a puddle, or a space journey in a rocket carved from a hollow tree trunk. Synths emit busy, warm blips and bloops, while ultra-short vocal and instrumental samples create a recognizable blur. At once artificial and organic – soft, rounded, jagged, crackling.
Anderzén approaches sound with a playfulness I simply adore. His music is strange in an incredibly comforting way. It places me in a kind of colorful, trance-like state, only interrupted when, several times over the course of the album, I find myself smiling in delight at a particularly great sound. The synths on »Katse osuu sähköön!« The choral samples on »Kesä oli äkkiä ohi!« Milo Linnovaara’s flute on »Malta lausua ‘AH’!« And many more. Hoshi is an album packed with microscopic moments that together form a frayed, exploding, radiant, idiosyncratic whole—a stellar moment of just under 38 minutes.