Eighth Blackbird: Singing in the Dead of Night review – irresistible, propulsive variations
Three Bang on a Can composers tease lines from a Beatles song into sparky, fierce, unpredictable works, played with exuberance By Heidi Waleson, Oct. 30, 2019
It’s more than 30 years now since composers, Julia Wolfe, Michael Gordon and David Lang founded the new-music collective Bang on a Can, which through its commissions and performances has become one of the most vital forces in American contemporary music. The three have subsequently gone in quite different directions, but they have remained the artistic directors of the group, and continue to collaborate regularly on projects that, as Lang writes, “have a broad scope, broad enough to include the musical opinions of three related but very independent composers”.
Their latest joint venture is the result of a commission from the Chicago-based Eighth Blackbird, six musicians who all play a variety of instruments and memorise everything so that they can move around freely during performances. The three composers made movement an integral part of these pieces, inviting the choreographer Susan Marshall to work with the players, and in deference to the group’s name, took the titles of their individual contributions from lines in one of the most beautiful of all Beatles songs, Blackbird. The visual aspects are of course lost on disc, but played with such fabulous precision and exuberance by the Blackbirds, the three works still stand up very well indeed, both individually and in sequence.
The three movements of Lang’s These Broken Wings – the first and last bright, sparky and irresistibly propulsive, the second a dark, slowly shifting passacaglia overlaid with the crashes and rustles of objects dropping to floor – are separated by the other pieces. Gordon’s The Light of the Dark exploits Eighth Blackbird’s multi-instrumental talents to create what he describes as an “out-of-control late-night jam session” weaving in repeated references to the Dies Irae plainchant, while Wolfe’s Singing in the Dead of Night starts off with Steve Reich-like pulsings, but develops into a spectral nocturne, broken by irregular silences and unpredictable moments of fierceness. It’s a fabulous disc.
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