War's Embers
Songs by Browne, Butterworth, Farrar, Finzi, Gurney, Kelly

Martyn Hill (tenor), Stephen Varcoe (baritone), Michael George (bass),
Clifford Benson (piano)
Hyperion CDD22026 Total time: 54:34 + 63:05

Summary for the Busy Executive: The real lost generation.

When Houdini toured the United Kingdom in the Twenties, the scarcity of
young men in his audiences shocked him.  World War I had decimated Europe's
youth.  Inevitably, young poets, artists, and composers turned up as part
of the dead and damaged.  This wasn't a group of rich and/or artsy drifters
in an existential funk, but a generation thrown away, wasted, and literally
lost.  This two-CD set from Hyperion presents a musical sketch of the
English casualties.

Because almost all of these men died young, the program makes us think of
possibilities rather than of actual accomplishment.  There are four major
exceptions: Gerald Finzi, George Butterworth, Ivor Gurney, and W.  Denis
Browne.  Finzi seems an odd choice, since he was too young to serve in the
war, but the war killed off several of his friends and one of his teachers
and left him psychologically scarred.  With Butterworth, one wonders what
might have been.  At the time of his death, he was probably the most
original and accomplished composer killed, even though at the time he
had written only miniatures - songs and brief orchestral pieces - but
miniatures exquisitely wrought.  The war spared Gurney's life but took
his sanity.  From 1922 to his death in the Thirties, he was confined to
an asylum.  Nevertheless, he had mastered two arts: poetry and music.  He
counts as one of the finest songwriters England ever produced and competes
with Finzi as a kind of English Faure.  His poetry, although not playing in
quite the same league as his music, is nevertheless both quirky and solidly
built.  He is one of the great Georgian poets and, with Wilfred Owen,
perhaps the best of the war.

These CDs also give us a musical snapshot of the time, one probably closer
to life than our usual concentration on masters like Elgar, Holst, and
Vaughan Williams.  One of the things that struck me, at any rate, was how
minor the minor poetry they tended to set is.  Names like Wilfrid Gibson,
John Davidson, E.  V.  Lucas, John Freeman, J.  C.  Squire, and Norman Gale
generally run a line of pastel pastoralism or Boy's Own Paper heartiness
and often inspire merely songs similarly faded and exhausted.  I hear the
parlor musicale a lot in so many of the songs by Farrar, Kelly, and even
Browne and Gurney.  I can practically see at the spinet my Aunt Ida sliding
into "Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar."

The songs of Farrar (d.  33) show the influence of his teacher Stanford.
Among the songs included, one finds two poems also set by Vaughan Williams:
"Silent Noon" and "The Roadside Fire." The comparison doesn't help Farrar.
The Vaughan Williams settings are two of the finest English songs I know.
"Silent Noon" in particular seems to stop time.  Vaughan Williams's "The
Roadside Fire" is one of the rare songs not by Schubert that can be called
genuinely Schubertian, reminding one of "Wohin" from Die schoene Muellerin.
Not only is Farrar's use of the Stanford idiom less distinguished, he
doesn't really seem to be a songwriter.  The sonnet structure of "Silent
Noon" foxes him, and the song is full of marking time, petering out, and
starting again, rather than a melody taking us from here to there.  Farrar
also can't seem to find the right tempo for "The Roadside Fire," and again
his musical structure fights unconvincingly with the verse structure.  The
song comes across as manically dippy.

Frederic Kelly (d.  35) has had a couple of songs in the repertory of
singers like Tibbett, Thomas, and Baker.  They are, to use Douglas Adams's
phrase, "mostly harmless." The CD, however, presents a rather toxic
setting of "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day." It's filled with a
chromaticism that derives not from Brahms or Wagner, but from sources like
Gounod and Franck -- a meandering, weak-tea affair.  It's the kind of song
that, unfortunately, seems to write itself.

W.  Denis Browne (d.  27) counts as a new discovery for me.  By his death,
British music lost something fine.  In addition to about half a dozen
songs, four of which appear on this program, he also wrote music criticism,
mainly to make ends meet, and he gave the British premiere of Berg's piano
sonata.  Clearly, this mind doesn't run along well-worn paths.  His own
idiom, in retrospect rather conservative, nevertheless shows signs of
trying to stretch to its limits, and his ability to create unusual form
(or echo the unusual forms of his texts) is nothing short of masterful.
He also chooses his poems well: works by de la Mare, Ben Jonson, Henry
Constable, and Richard Lovelace.  This is a born songwriter.  Unlike
and Farrar and Kelly, in which the harmony dominates, Browne's songs
give the impression that melody and harmony were born at the same time.
For me, these are the best-crafted songs (if not the greatest) on the
album.

Ivor Gurney's (committed 32, d.  47) work has appeared on many recordings.
His early songs sound like his teacher Stanford, but there's a genuine
power to them as well as a sensitivity to poetic rhythm not often found in
Stanford.  Gurney, however, hasn't the formal grasp of Stanford, although
he is formally aggressive, and sometimes that blows up and sinks the song.
Like Browne, he shows real perception in his choice of authors, and not
always easy, "song-like" ones: Graves, Masefield, Yeats, Hardy, Herrick,
as well as the usual Elizabethans.  While he hasn't the compositional skill
of Browne, he nevertheless comes up with songs of real genius.  For me, his
greatest is "Sleep," to words by John Fletcher, with a melody that reminds
me of a Dowland ayre, though in a near-Warlock idiom.  His setting of "To
Violets" tames Herrick's willful meter to a natural reciter's rhythm.  John
Freeman's poem, "Last Hours," is free verse, which Gurney again shapes into
a convincing song.

Finzi and Butterworth (d.  31) get one song apiece.  Finzi's "Only a man
harrowing clods," text by his favorite Hardy, comes from an unfinished
Requiem da camera.  Finzi completed everything but the orchestration.
Typically, he put it in a desk drawer and forgot about it until he died.
The Requiem has since been orchestrated (by Philip Thomas) and is available
on Chandos CHAN8997, along with choral works by Britten and Holst.
Butterworth's "Requiescat" (words by Wilde) isn't his best song by a
long shot, but it's not nothing and doesn't often get recorded.  It's
Butterworth without the folk influence, but one can see in the song why
folk music attracted Butterworth in the first place: its directness, its
affective economy, its clarity of idea.

Three of the best singers in Britain -- Stephen Varcoe, Michael George,
and Martyn Hill -- split the honors.  I've praised Varcoe before for
his Grainger collection on Chandos, but all three share the same set of
virtues: complete control over the singing line and phrase, clear and
natural diction, the ability to crescendo and diminuendo from anywhere
in the phrase, and the intelligence to do so at right place to make a
genuine point.  None of them, as far as I can tell, have big enough voices
for opera, but I can't think of a current opera star who sings as well.
Clifford Benson is known for his accompaniment of wonderful singers (he's
recorded Finzi's Earth and Air and Rain with Varcoe) and for his
participation in chamber music.  He brings to all of his performances a
sensitivity to musical line worthy of Chopin and Brahms.  I'd love to hear
him solo some time.

The sound is perfect for these forces.

Steve Schwartz