Rebecca Bruton + Jason Doell: a root or mirror, blossom, madder, cracks; together [Collection CQB]. The two pieces on this disc have been pleasantly doing my head in; they’re enigmatic just by existing. Both works were created for Quatuor Bozzini and junctQín keyboard collective, who perform them here with the understated clarity you would expect. What makes these pieces stand out from the usual repertoire for string quartet with piano six hands? Well, Rebecca Bruton’s The Faerie Ribbon is a guilelessly titled work by a composer I know only from her work as half of a goofy vocal duet with Angela Rawlings. There are small vocalisations in this piece, too, slipping out here and there amongst the knotwork of superimposed melodic elements that make up the first movement. Things then break down into a sequence of vignettes: a short, wistful and wordless chorale for unaccompanied voices, a pensive interlude for piano that dwindles away to almost nothing. Things eventually rebuild into a more coherent and stately reconstruction of the opening thematic material, but the transformation is more enigmatic than a conventional resolution: an interpretation is implied but never revealed. Jason Doell’s to carry dust & breaks through the body sounds stranger than it is when you remember his altered piano pieces in becoming in shadows ~ of being touched. Strings and piano wend their way through a slow processional of restrained polyphony that pauses from time to time to remind you that the whole piece exists provisionally, held in suspense by a quivering after-image of resonant overtones and a soft low drone. The drone steadily, but almost imperceptibly, descends, and as it does the Bozzinis adjust their intonation in accord. As though unconsciously, the harmonies between the instruments stretch apart, as though threatening to break: the immobile tuning of the piano starts to sound out of kilter, even electronically altered, while all the while staying the same. The musicians maintain perfect calmness as the atmosphere grows icy.
Saviet/Houston Duo: a clearing [Marginal Frequency]. I’ve heard violinist Sarah Saviet on two sets of guttural pieces for solo instrument, and pianist Joseph Houston play composers ranging from Lamb, C. to Simaku, T. a clearing is a set of pieces jointly composed by the musicians themselves, when duetting in 2022. As you might expect, there’s a lot of exploration of timbre and technique in here, but the five pieces presented do prioritise compositional thinking and succeed as intimate, self-contained chamber works. The recording is close, detailed and stark, and Saviet and Houston know how to leave plenty of space around them when needed. For the first half, each track focuses on detailed studies of touch and decay, with small piano sounds matching fleeting violin runs, teasing out differences in sustained chords, maintaining an austere impression overall while relishing the variety of sounds they can articulate in dialogue. For the final, long track Houston switches to e-bows on the piano strings and produces drones that merge with Saviet’s held notes, mapping out degrees of warmth and cold to be found within each harmonic complex.
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Funny pianos and droney organs: Jason Doell and Mia Windsor
Monday 10 July 2023
The problem with droney organ music is that it’s both easy to do and difficult to do well. The organ can be a rich and vital source of timbral variety, but all that timbre needs to be controlled in some way to convery a musical experience to the listener. The three compositions on Mia Windsor’s album this is place where i can sit with clarity are droney organ pieces, except that they’re not always exactly organ, or organ at all, also they’re not too droney when you think about it. Windsor doesn’t make drone pieces; she makes pieces out of drones. It’s an important distinction, using Robert Ashley’s idea of the drone as ‘non-timeline music’. Where other musicians may produce finely honed harmonic content and timbral intricacy through an excess of care in the details, Windsor prefers to work smarter. Ensembletje! pairs organ and electronics as expected, but the church organ performance by Catherine Harris is accentuated by home recordings on violin and cello, cross-cutting between keening whistle-like harmonics, bowed overtones and close-miked scrambling against the instrument’s belly (there’s also a cameo by the West Yorkshire Police). The material remains thin while the substance of the music compounds. Harris plays solo on the title work, which alternates between short phrases in elongated strophes, making a kind of questioning call-and-response conducted in monologue before putting itself at rest. Guitar and Cowbell is apparently just that, although you would think it was more electronically processed organ with the cowbell offered up as a ruse. The piece is a composite image of watery organ pipes, Leslie speakers and whistling until the layers fall away to expose a rumbling of strings below, only for this to break up into soft distortion and then start over again. This piece was also recorded by Windsor in her home in Leeds. The album’s part of a batch put out by Sawyer Editions which I’m working through now.
I do like a funny sounding piano. The peculiar American label Whited Sepulchre recently put out a trilogy of pieces by Jason Doell in which the humble instrument is transformed by various (electronic) digital means into a mutant, neither hyper-piano nor meta-piano, just strange. becoming in shadows ~ of being touched started with Doell improvising on a piano as more of a “limbering up” excercise than a conscious performance: it is not his preferred axe. The original loose, almost naïve musings set the tone for the album, even as the computerised interventions are pervasive. Much of the playing was done on a dilapidated piano left buried in the snow until the strings and hammers started to work loose, so the jangling, ramshackle sounds persist even as the structure threatens to become more sophisticated. (Mauro Zannoli is credited with the ‘frozen piano’ parts.) Doell has written computer scripts to select, sample and alter material from the source tapes to create a free-form ramble where competing parts of the piano’s anatomy crowd each other out in the first part, then get into heavier processing in the second. The second piece works as an atmospheric interlude, effective in mood even though the computerised smearing of sounds into a blur is a more familiar technique than what is heard on the other tracks. The long final piece ‘of being touched’ is the most effective as it moves beyond obvious methods of sampling and collaging to produce blunted, decaying iterations of itself. The flow gets interrupted by loops of degrading fidelity, shedding the illusion of continuity and wiping a layer of grime over the pristine digital ruins to produce an effect of computer-generated autonomic indifference more genuine then most, emphasising the messiness of acoustic objects even as the genuine and intact pianos are never quite real.
