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Slagtøjsfest i dyr pyjamas
Line Tjørnhøj: »Ør«
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Følte de sig på en eller anden måde sat fri? I hvert fald mødte de to slagtøjssolister, Jakob Weber og Gert Sørensen, op i excentriske kostumer – hvidt jakkesæt og en ternet dragt, der duftede af dyr pyjamas – til uropførelsen af Line Tjørnhøjs orkesterværk Ør, hvor komponisten netop havde skrevet en vis frihed ind i deres noder.
DR Symfoniorkestret var skåret over på midten, men hvinede og stemplede af sted som et svedende maskineri. Til venstre for dem tastede Weber løs på et stumt flygel, mens Sørensen lod køllerne falde over et arsenal af pauker, gong og håndholdt percussion. Man fornemmede klart, at der var et angreb i gang; Tjørnhøj hvirvlede drama op af orkestrale tuttibrøl, som langsomt fortyndedes til træblæserklang og spinkel guiro.
Så satte det, der lød som en cirklende citatmusik, i gang. Et dramatisk faldmotiv med kontrafagot som dybt anker, sidenhen romantiske strygere og modernistiske orkestersløjfer. En slags halvmanisk kulisse for solisternes anderledes egensindige manøvrer? Halvvejs gennem andensatsen gik de over til orkestret og spillede umiskendeligt Safri Duo-boblende op til dans, mens kollegerne ligesom befandt sig et andet sted i musikken.
Ør blev man vel faktisk i mødet med denne argumenterende og hele tiden uroligt afsøgende, men også på den anden side glansfulde musik. Kontrastspil, meddelelsesbehov, spilopper. Værket var inspireret af Per Nørgård og levede fuldt op til hans credo om at forvirre på en fortryllende måde. Touché, Tjørnhøj!
An Organ in the Dark Forest of Doubt
Calum Builder: »Although Changed, I Arise the Same«
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Last year, Builder released Poor_in_Spirit, an album in which he explored, on his own, the sonic possibilities of his self-built organ. It was an album shaped by this exploration, but ultimately also by the limitations of the organ itself. On Although Changed, I Arise the Same, the composer finds a way beyond them.
The organ is now joined by three additions: Builder’s own alto saxophone, along with the voices of Zola Mennenöh and Johanna Sulkunen. It makes all the difference, providing the diversity of instrumentation that Builder has repeatedly demonstrated his ability to compose for. At times, the organ’s bass sinks beneath the voices and saxophone like a light haze; at others, it envelops them in a heavy fog. It howls like wind in the trees and roars like a train in the night. Mennenöh and Sulkunen sing, chant and breathe simple, repetitive phrases about spiritual uncertainty and searching, as though lost in the dark forest of doubt.
It is a Spartan form of storytelling, giving the listener enough lyricism and atmosphere to set the mind in motion, but never so much that it becomes overwhelming. This is where Builder’s strength lies: his music clearly grows out of his life and experiences, yet he composes in such a way that the listener is invited to enter the story with their own imagination.
Builder determines the colours, but leaves part of the picture to the listener. It is an album that is far more restrained in its dramaturgy than previous releases. No less beautiful or inspiring for it.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
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»For us, music is a transcendent force with transformative potential – something we get to experience and shape when we create sound together. It is an opportunity to describe one’s innermost universes without words, and the best way for an introvert to express intense emotions at full volume.«
With roots in Copenhagen’s experimental jazz and punk scene, Echo, Bravo challenges the notion of what a rock band can sound like. The quintet blends post-punk, free punk, and noise rock into a raw and unpredictable soundscape. They describe the music themselves as a kind of »empty-the-fridge soup,« where various leftovers come together. »Best enjoyed as a hot meal in a cold industry.«
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Thorbjørn Tønder Hansen has died. With Thorbjørn’s passing, the art music community has lost one of the Nordic region’s most significant producers, curators and cultural leaders.
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»Music is the best way to discover myself and understand the world around me.«
Luca Quintavalle is a harpsichordist, fortepianist and conductor. He has performed with ensembles including Concerto Köln, Harmonie Universelle, the Mozarteum Orchestra Salzburg and the Kölner Kammerorchester at venues and festivals such as the Kölner Philharmonie, Salzburg Festival and Enescu Festival. He was harpsichordist of Les Musiciens du Prince, led by Cecilia Bartoli, for over five years, and has conducted ensembles including the Orchestra and Chorus of Teatro dell’Opera di Roma, Concerto Köln and Deutsche Kammerakademie Neuss. His recordings include Mirrors, released by Berlin Classics and awarded an OPUS KLASSIK.
The Trombone Finds Its Quiet Side
Francisco Coll: »Tapias«
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At 19, the Spanish composer (and trombonist) Francisco Coll wrote a wild-child of a trombone concerto that pushed the instrument out of its comfort zone. 22 years later he has created a new piece from some of that material. Its priorities are the opposite.
Tapias embraces the lyrical, ethereal qualities of the trombone. It is not a concerto, insists Coll. Perhaps it could be described as a set of frescoes for trombone and orchestra. Whatever the category, it’s a beguiling piece that was gorgeously birthed on Thursday by Ian Bousfield, conductor Nuno Coelho and a sumptuous-sounding Stavanger Symphony Orchestra.
Composers from Sibelius to Turnage have reacted against caricatures of the trombone as brusque and clowning by exploring its dark-hued lyricism. Coll does something more, setting his soloist’s introspective, intervallic melodies in evocative and provocative orchestral contexts. The soloist’s lines can resemble spray-canned tracings on walls already heavy with the patina of history, decoration and graffiti.
Initially the trombone appears to seek repose. The second movement draws it into more agility but the dancing is suppressed: a layered burying of all manner of rhythms from flamenco to Hiphop. Great wodges of rich harmony weigh the boogying down for good.
The trombone does find peace in the final movement – its long, soulful melodies more yielding. But not before Coll has conjured up moments of huge harmonic strain and conscious orchestral magnificence. They sat well next to Coelho’s fierce performance of Shostakovich’s Symphony No 5 after the interval. But Bousfield’s heartfelt journey through Tapias, sounding entirely at one with the orchestra, will linger longest in the mind.