There's a line in this disc's title track, from an Orthodox ode
addressed to Saint Nicholas: "therewithal hast thou acquired: by
humility - greatness, by poverty - riches." This might have been written
about Arvo Pärt's compositional technique, here liberated from the
minimalist strictures of earlier decades, treading a fine line between
agony and ecstasy in a way unparalleled since Bach.
In his earlier vein, Pärt often reached spiritual feast through the
technical famine of systematic patterning and repetition. In the music
on this new CD, all composed between 1996 and 2002 and featuring six
première recordings, Pärt instead suggests austerity through the use of a
much broader and freer palette. This is particularly palpable in the
Nunc Dimittis, where gorgeous textures, harmonies and sonorities conjure
a feeling of purity and emptiness.
Elsewhere, Pärt has a couple of surprises up his sleeve. The opening
track, Dopo la vittoria, begins in sprightly madrigalian form, entirely
appropriate to a commission from the City of Milan. It sets an Italian
text describing the conception of the Te Deum by Saints Ambrose and
Augustine, an unusually postmodern exercise for Pärt, but one which does
nothing to detract from the sincerity of the setting, suggesting
instead a celebration of the sanctifying power of centuries of
worshipful use.
The weirdest moment on the disc comes with My heart's in the Highlands, a setting of a Burns poem which apparently has a highly
personal significance for the composer. It's one of only two tracks on
the disc which recall Pärt's earlier, more systematic approach, giving
Burns' wistful evocation of the bucolic North to a monotone
counter-tenor over a strictly controlled organ accompaniment, and making
the text suddenly sound like a mystical allegory of longing for the
divine.
There's little of the balletic brilliance that Pärt displayed in such
works as the Stabat Mater or Tabula Rasa, and mercifully as little of
the thunderous severity of his Passio mode. Instead there's a quiet and
cumulative power to these works, given performances of luminous purity
by Polyphony and Stephen Layton. By the time we arrive at the Salve
Regina, a kind of penitential cradle song which closes the disc, we're
ready to fall at the feet of the Maker and beg for forgiveness,
simultaneously harrowed and consoled. (BBC Music)
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