Molecular Dance I
Molecular Dance II
The Ringing Grooves of Change
New Year’s Revolutions
Jane Chapman (harpsichord)
Anakonda [Yumi Hara Cawkwell] (DJ)
Yoshitaka Adachi (visuals)
Reviewed by: Josh Meggitt
Reviewed: 28 March, 2006
Venue: Cargo, 83 Rivington Street, London
This concert of contemporary pieces for harpsichord (with and without electronic accompaniment) touched upon these heights but also dipped into painful blandness. At worst, the gap between high- and low-art seemed impossible to bridge, with each dragging the other down with the worst aspects of both club and concert hall conventions. Yumi Hara Cawkwell’s Molecular Dance I positioned limpid, uninspired hip-hop beats besides aimless harpsichord melodies (although her more jagged, flashy Molecular Dance II showed greater promise); Mark Wingfield’s Serra Central offered more open rhythmic patterns besides dissonant keyboard lines, but went nowhere; Mica Levi’s Tap was a short, inconsequential study of dripping water and empty harpsichord notes.
These moments were fortunately fleeting. Perhaps surprisingly, the most interesting music came from the unaccompanied instrument. Neil Kaczor’s Extract VI compared the harpsichord with a wind-chime in changing weather, notes and clusters beautifully blowing in multiple directions. The Ringing Grooves of Change by Peter Edwards combined divergent right- and left-hand tempos, repeated descending patterns and restless high-note glissandos. Some works offered an intelligent synthesis of sound and vision: the trills within Elizabeth Walling’s Demolition 1901 mirrored the washed-out, monochrome footage of Victorian building destruction; the shifting watercolours of Caren van Herwaarden and Sandra Kruisbrink enhanced the economic beauty of Aziza Sadikova’s Clavecin.
The harpsichord itself seemed perfectly at home on Cargo’s stage (or rather looked equally odd and imposing here as in a concert hall), its polished white body emblazoned with film projections. SPNM deserve acclaim for their ‘new-music new-space’ approach as this program sat very well with the Cargo audience – standing, free to wander the room, drink in hand – and responding rapturously to most pieces.
Throughout, harpsichordist Jane Chapman was exhilarating, injecting even the lamest moments with energy and conviction and giving the instrument the fresh, alien sound it deserves. At the finish of each work Chapman was beaming – she clearly loves her instrument and relishes the opportunity to work with living composers. While these were not all masterpieces, one must remember how glutted the eighteenth-century was with mediocre works for this instrument.