Kammer Klang 2016–17 season


London’s leading season-long series for new and experimental music, Kammer Klang, has announced its programme for the coming year. Once again, it looks a doozy, with musicians from all over the new music map – from Tuvan throat singer Ayan-ool Sam to modern composition stalwarts Michael Cox and Enno Senft – spread across nine events between now and June.

Here’s a full list; for more details see the Kammer Klang website.

26th-30th September 2016
Miles Cooper Seaton + friends residency in the Oto Project Space
Open studio daily, with free evening events to be announced

4th October 2016
Miles Cooper Seaton + ensemble (UK premiere)
Distractfold performs Liza Lim, Mauricio Pauly (UK premiere), Sam Salem (UK premiere)
Fresh Klang Martyna Poznańska
DJs Monocreo

1st November 2016
Ayan-ool Sam
12 Ensemble performs Alex Hills (world premiere), Ruth Crawford Seeger

13th December 2016
Presented by Kammer Klang in association with London Sinfonietta
Evol performs Hanne Darboven
Enno Senft (London Sinfonietta) performs Hanne Darboven
Michael Cox (London Sinfonietta) performs Samantha Fernando, Brian Ferneyhough, Kaija Saariaho, Georg Philip Telemann

7th February 2017
Christine Sun Kim
Plus-Minus Ensemble performs Cassandra Miller (world premiere)
Juliet Fraser performs Cassandra Miller (world premiere)

7th March 2017
Klara Lewis
Phaedra Ensemble performs Leo Chadburn
Plus special guests to be announced

4th April 2017
We Spoke presents Living Instruments (UK premiere)
Explore Ensemble performs Gerard Grisey, Fausto Romitelli

2nd May 2017
Scenatet performs Matt Rogers & Sally O’Reilly (world premiere)
David Helbich

6th June 2017
Apartment House performs Henning Christiansen (UK premiere)
Plus special guests to be announced

Quick and dirty review: Trond Reinholdtsen: Theory of the Subject

I’m in Oslo for a few days for the Ultima contemporary music festival. The lineup is stellar. I wasn’t here for the first week, so I’ve missed, among other things Young’s the Melodic Version (1984) of The Second Dream of the High-Tension Line Stepdown Transformer from the Four Dreams of China (1962) in a Setting of Dream Light (a piece that lasts almost as long as it takes to say its title), and Feldman’s Piano, Violin, Viola, Cello (the night before it was also performed, by a different group, in London). But tonight it’s Stefan Prins’s Piano Hero cycle, and Stockhausen’s Sternklang (in the Ekeberg Sculpture Park), so I’ll manage.

The highlight of the three concerts I saw yesterday was Trond Reinholdtsen’s bizarre, funny, exasperating yet ultimately convincing Theory of the Subject, a piano concerto with both those words are in inverted commas. You might remember Reinholdtsen from those witty conceptual music YouTube videos he made seven or eight years ago, in which he would create pieces by slapping music theory books together or rustling their pages. On the evidence of Theory of the Subject he has moved a long way in terms of ambition and scale, although the relationship of music to theoretical text – specifically in book form – clearly remains a preoccupation.

Theory of the Subject takes its title from Alain Badiou’s book, which in one section of the piece we can see the soloist (Ellen Ugelvik, shown on a live video feed) reading on a sofa in the Green Room, a concerned look on her face. Yes, the pianist is still backstage at this point, her part so far having been taken up by a manic Nancarrow-esque player piano. When she does eventually make it on stage, followed by the camera, it is to play just one note, which in a clever pastiche of 90% of mainstream contemporary music since Ligeti, turns out to be enough to set the orchestra on its own meandering path for the next few minutes. (Ugelvik, meanwhile, has returned to her sofa.)

While we watch her read, however, the orchestra plays a cinematic bed, suggesting anxiety and tension. Ugelvik goes up to the practice piano, attempts a few things – but we can’t hear them. The score on the stand is marked with absurd instructions – fingering single notes with two fingers from each hand, for example. The roving camera – reality TV style – takes us into the adjacent room where Reinholdtsen and his assistant are drowning in cables, computer components and orchestration textbooks. “This is the problem with a work like this,” mugs Reinholdtsen to the camera, holding up a nest of wires (I’m paraphrasing from memory). “There’s so much to organise. And I cannot find my Geist.” He gestures to the corner where someone is squatting with a sheet over their head, two holes cut out for eyes, and the word Geist written across the front. “Whoooooo,” goes the spirit.

I know what you’re thinking. And when I first read the description of the piece, I was thinking it too. (“The soloists’ role fluctuates between Maoist activism, depressive exhaustion (seen in a live video feed from the performer’s dressing room), resignation i the face of new technologies (represented by a player-piano that surpasses the soloist in mechanical virtuosity), and the total isolation from the public (retreating into a kind of shelter underneath the piano).”) I was also thinking it through the first few minutes of the work, as badly proofread slides (“kitchy,” “neo-classisism”) about conceptual art were project behind the orchestra. And I was still thinking it as the orchestra’s music became increasingly stylised, to the point that it well demonstrated the composer’s skill at pastiche, but was otherwise just filling time.

But then as the work got weirder and weirder, and Reinholdtsen continued to kick down the fourth wall (to the extent that wondered if there weren’t also fifth and sixth walls that people don’t usually bother about), it began to win me over. I started to forgive (or at least forget) the small errors around the edges. It helps that Reinholdtsen is a good comic on screen. And his understanding of the languages of both TV and the concert hall is exemplary (he has good jokes about both). Ugelvik also responded to her part, which is more David Blaine than Daniel Barenboim, extremely well. It struck me that perhaps this ultra-knowing, snarky, Stewart Lee or Chris Morris-esque approach to new music is more common in Norway – it’s a feature too of Lars Petter Hagen’s music, after all, and he is the festival’s artistic director – but it’s rarer in the UK, I think. The only examples I can think of off hand are comparatively po-faced; not nearly as silly as this. As it happens, I enjoy silliness and dumb gags as much, if not more, than contemporary music. I loved this.

Claudia Molitor: The Singing Bridge

Warning: This post contains a selfie. I feel terrible.

Yesterday evening I attended the launch of Claudia Molitor’s newest project, The Singing Bridge at Somerset House.

The Singing Bridge is a private soundwalk/sound art piece, to be listened to on headphones while walking across and around Waterloo Bridge, London. The music is comprised of eight tracks, mostly composed by Molitor herself, but with additional material provided by the drum and synth duo AK/DK, contemporary folk group Stick in the Wheel, and poet SJ Fowler. There’s a small exhibition of images and objects in a room in the new wing of Somerset House. You collect your headphones here, switch them on, then step outside onto the northern end of Waterloo Bridge, where it meets The Strand.

The sounds are a combination of speech – Molitor introducing the bridge, or staging a dialogue with herself about the place of bridges within the cultural imagination; Fowler reading his poetry – and music. It’s quite easy to connect the former to the bridge, its history, and the views one has as one walks across it. The relationship of the music to the setting is more oblique, however. Molitor’s compositions are quite sparse, loose assemblages of sounds – piano chords, a little percussion, some guitar, an accordion. They are obviously not specifically evocative of anything (apart from a recording of Big Ben late in the work), but project a space for imagination and contemplation. The work’s blurb suggests the prepared piano sounds give the piece an industrial feel; I heard something more nostalgic and whimsical. The contributions by AK/DK and Stick in the Wheel chimed more fully with the surroundings. I followed the suggested route fairly closely (cross the bridge, swing round the National Theatre, come back on the bridge’s other side) so AK/DK’s Electricity was playing when I reached the concrete playground between the National and the Hayward Gallery: a perfect urban union. Stick in the Wheel’s Sweet Thames Flow Softly, a love song to the river’s flow past different landmarks, came in as I was midway back across the bridge and the sun was setting behind Westminster.


The Singing Bridge is a piece rich in inspirations and associations. In her notes for the piece, Molitor draws particular attention to the fact that Waterloo Bridge is nicknamed the ‘Ladies Bridge’ because it was rebuilt during the Second World War by a predominantly female workforce, something I did not know; and it is home to four of London’s finest vistas – north to Somerset House, south to the Hayward Gallery and National Theatre, east to St Pauls and the City, and west to the Houses of Parliament. Yet characteristically Molitor handles everything with an extremely light touch; while it may be a little weakly defined at times (could I be listening to anything right now, to similar effect?), it is also pleasingly undidactic. And one should never pass up the opportunity to listen to music while walking around the stairs and tunnels of the Southbank.

The Singing Bridge can be listened to at Somerset House until the 25th September. It is free, but booking is recommended as there is a limited number of headsets available. More info here from Totally Thames, one of the project’s partners. The walk takes about 40 minutes. The recording is released by NMC, and extracts can be heard on their website.  http://www.nmcrec.co.uk/recording/singing-bridge

Time for Linda Catlin Smith

The subject of rave reviews already, Linda Catlin Smith‘s recent recording for another timbre, Dirt Road, played by Mira Benjamin and Simon Limbrick, needs little additional support from me. However, Smith herself has until now been a relatively little known composer outside of Canada. She has been plugging away at her elusive, subtle, and engrossing music for three decades or more so that recognition has been a long time coming; but it is well deserved.

As well as Dirt Road, two other CDs are essential listening. The first, Memory Forms, dates from 2001 and features six chamber and orchestral works from the 1990s. The whole disc is available on Spotify; I would recommend the trio for violin, piano and percussion Moi qui tremblais (1999) as a great introductory ear-opener.

The second CD is not so easily accessible online, but just as valuable – Thought and Desire, a collection of Smith’s piano music played by Canada’s new music champion, pianist Eve Egoyan. I reviewed that disc at the start of the year for Tempo, saying: ‘What particularly excites me about listening to Smith’s music is how hard it is to pin down. … It seems so straightforward in the moment, but becomes impossible to grasp only shortly afterwards, which is perhaps the right way around to be. Much of the music here has a gentle, quasi-improvisatory feel, as short melodies and chord sequences are allowed to turn slowly in the light. Yet within that gentle informality is a precise rightness, like the thousandth kiss from a lifelong lover.’

Some of these works, plus others, are on Soundcloud. Brocade (2013) for harpsichord and piano visits Smith’s longstanding interest in Baroque instruments (see Rose with Thorns, also on Soundcloud, as well as other pieces).

Stare at the river (2010) is a recent piece for the leading Toronto experimental music ensemble Arraymusic, of which Smith was director between 1988 and 1993.

Les fleurs anciennes (2000) was written for 13 strings of Vancouver New Music, and thus represents a link with Canada’s west coast which, particularly through the teaching of Rudolf Komorous and, later, Christopher Butterfield at the University of Victoria, has been absolutely critical to the development of experimental music in Canada. (Smith herself was a Komorous student.)

A few of Smith’s writings are available on her website. There is a nice interview accompanying the Dirt Road release on the another timbre website. A longer read can be found in Paul Steenhuisen’s interview collection Sonic Mosaics (University of Alberta Press, 2009), pages 21–25 (edit: more interview with Steenhuisen available here as a podcast).

Smith has a gift – one that I particularly treasure when I find it in music – of turning things suddenly and surprisingly into a new light. It happens in Moi qui tremblais with the way she uses the cymbals against the violin and piano, for example; or with the trumpet’s late solo in Stare at the river. Her most jaw-dropping moment I’ve found so far occurs midway through the piano solo Thought and Desire when suddenly (if a whisper can be sudden) the pianist’s voice enters ‘quietly as though to oneself or someone close by’, murmuring the words of Shakespeare’s Sonnet XLV to a song that until now had been hidden within the piano’s chords.

Smith’s time has, finally, come.

hough hum

A little curio of new music internetography for the truly niche. Earlier in the week one of my posts here on Ferneyhough (this one) received a comment. An old post, and sure enough the comment itself was one of those anti-modern screeds one sees quite regularly in online comment threads. Nothing to see here. (Except to note the irony of its anonymous author declaring that ‘Ferneyhough is no real composer; and the fact that this has never been accordingly stated or criticized shows the times in which we live’.)

And then composer Liam Flenady noted on Facebook that someone had tried to post an identical comment to the blog of the Australian new music ensemble Kupka’s Piano, of which he is co-artistic director. That’s odd, I thought.

So I did a Google.

Well, hey, whaddya know. The same comment crops up on at least half a dozen other blogs too. And since the first comment on The Rambler, a second one has appeared on another Ferneyhough post. One may well crop up at the bottom of this one too, I suppose. Even more strangely, reading back through the thread on that post, it turns out that the original words were used by one Redlan Haley Jnr in 2011.

Is this some sort of anti-Ferneyhough spambot, perhaps? Or – more drearily – its human avatar?

Moreover, does anyone care? Hough hum.

(Ferneyhough is susceptible to strange intersections with the internet. There’s the FernBri spoof Twitter feed, for example (sadly dormant). Then the fact that an entire interview with him has been pasted into the Talk page of his Wikipedia article. Then all those quotes which started spawning all over famous quotation databases. Probably more too. Let me know anything I’ve missed; I find this stuff playfully fascinating.)

SOLO: new and early works for soloist


News from composer Alex Groves of a new concert series starting next week in London. SOLO promises intimate solo recitals of unusual music, combining early and modern repertory. It begins this Tuesday (26th July) with a concert by the renowned viola da gamba player Liam Byrne that features pieces by Edmund Finnis, Judah Adashi and Groves himself, as well as viol consort works by Picforth and Diego Ortiz, realised for solo instrument and electronics.

The concert takes place atmospherically in the crypt of St Andrew Holborn, and tickets (£8 advance) may be purchased here.

Sounds Like Now update

Just in today: the Crowdfunder campaign to launch Sounds Like Now has been granted an extra two weeks to reach its target of £18,000. With 296 backers at the time of writing, the campaign is just over four-fifths of the way to its target; just a few dozen or so more backers could see it over the finish line, and see production begin on the UK’s first dedicated magazine for modern composition. If you think that the performance, creation and critique of contemporary music needs a more public profile, then this is the time to put your money where your mouth is. Make your pledge here.

Several new items have been offered for those who want to pledge, including signed CDs, a signed manuscript page from Michael Finnissy’s renowned Red Earth, and a full-board place on the COMA summer school for half price.

Here’s what I said at the launch of the campaign.