REFRACTING RITUALS / Quinnuance / Review

REFRACTING RITUALS

Quinnuance

Esplanade Recital Studio

Wednesday (27 May 2015) 

This review was published in The Straits Times on 29 May 2015 with the title "Synchronised laughter, random acts".

In Refracting Rituals, the intrepid group of local composers and performers called Quinnuance attempted to redefine the way people perceive of musical performances. Viewing through its distorting mirror and prism, a concert was no longer just an aural experience but one involving elements of performance art, theatre, acts of randomness and audience interaction.

Music of four composers was showcased, beginning with serial atonalist Bernard Lee Kah Hong's The Unfathomable Being Of Vengeance Spiral In The Existential Light Of Nucleus. This was an unusual setting of Sylvia Plath's poem A Lesson In Vengeance, read by a kebaya-clad Natalie Ng with Clarence Tan scraping a double-bass centrestage. They were joined by violinist Nanako Takata, violist Jeremy Chiew and trumpeter Christopher Yong Lin who played from the wings and then proceeded to parade onstage as a gesture of discord, symbolic of mankind's propensity for vengeful violence. Lee's dodecaphonic music continues to provoke and challenge listeners, including trying to remember the titles of his works.   

Terrence Wong was represented by two works for brass. Pentasy, compacting the words “pentatonal” and “fantasy”, for bass trombone and piano, was a conventional concert piece that stretched trombonist Jasper Tan's technique to the fullest. Accompanied by pianist Gabriel Hoe, the unremittingly tonal music hinted of the Orient, coursing through pensive moments and emotional highs before a sedate close.

The more theatrical Choices for solo trumpet saw a return of Yong, this time donning the feathered headdress of a Native American Indian and moving between stations on stage. One technique he employed was polyphonics, that was producing two different sets of notes, from the trumpet as well as gutteral vocalising. This dichotomy represented metaphorically the paths of good and evil. Putting it more simply like in those cowboy Westerns of old, were the Injuns good guys or baddies?

In between was Alicia De Silva's In Our Last for flute, soprano and piano, a contemplation of death through the Roman Catholic requiem mass. The first part, In This Darkened Valley, soprano Evelyn Ang's  sprechgesang (hovering between speech and singing) was in tormented conflict with Paul Huang's flute, which represented a soothing, even seductive prospect of death. The final acceptance of death came in the second part, Eternal Song, where both flute and voice played in unison and chanted the words, “May eternal rest and perpetual light shine upon them.”    

Completely visual was American Mark Applebaum's Tlön for three conductors which comprised six and half minutes of virtual silence. Conductors Tan, Wong and De Silva, with the aid of click tracks and ear pieces connected to a laptop, crafted an elaborate act of choreography, that of directing three imaginary orchestras before taking their bows in front of an imaginary audience.

Those in the bemused but well-behaved audience had a chance to join the the finale, which was Lu Heng's Laughter Propaganda. Here nine performers including conductor Tan were engaged in synchronised laughing, which was eventually extended to the audience. This exercise begged the question about laughter: is laughing a truly spontaneous act? Or are we programmed in our minds to laugh only at certain jokes, words or acts, and only when it is deemed appropriate? 

Between plotting retribution and unapologetic bellyaching, Quinnuance has turned the traditional concept of the concert upon its head. That is what the experience of new music is all about. 

STONES, SAND AND LIGHT / Quinnuance / Review

STONES, SAND & LIGHT

Quinnuance

Esplanade Recital Studio

Friday (30 May 2014)

This review was published in The Straits Times on 2 June 2014 with the title "A meeting of diverse minds".

The cause of new music has been well served by the contemporary music ensembles of Singapore’s tertiary music educational institutions and several intrepid independent groups. Quinnuance, formed mostly by alumni of the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts, is one such collective of composers and performers. Their third concert of new local works revealed an interesting mix of diverse and sophisticated musical minds.

The composers of Quinnuance:
Bernard Lee, Alicia de Silva, Lu Heng, Terrence Wong
with Music Director Clarence Tan (from L to R)

Terrence Wong is a name which will be heard rather often for some time to come. The concert began with his (D)evolution, an electro-acoustic number based on a D flat minor scale first heard on a cello and then repeated, transformed and manipulated into an ever-expanding aural wall of sound.

Beginning with a low drone and gradually ascending into a menacing growl, it could have functioned as a piece of installation art. The hall plunged into darkness, all that was visible was a spotlight illuminating an empty chair. Its abrupt ending and the minute of uncertain silence from the audience that followed also had a certain whiff of John Cage about it.

Wong’s Morning Dances received its World Premiere by pianist You Yin Fen, oboist Leow Rui Qing and clarinettist Colin Tan Yiliang. Heralded by ostinatos from the piano, both woodwinds engaged in a contest of complex runs and riffs, later accompanied by rhythms foot-stomped by the pianist. Although the gamelan was alluded to in the composer’s programme notes, a fired up jazz band could plausibly have been an influence as well.

Alicia de Silva’s Stones, Sand and Darkness was the longest and most evocative work on the programme. Conceived in three movements, the titular objects were treated as elemental forces, represented by varying tonal sequences heard on five instruments. Sheila Pietono’s piano served as the bass over which Chan Si-Han’s cello sang its lament, contrasted by short interjections on Gabriel Lee’s violin, while oboe and clarinet added their own narratives.

The music emoted on different levels; nostalgia in long-held lingering plaints, agitation in flittering ephemeral phrases and a sense of danger in the toccata-like finale. A short but languorous drawl with the lights going off served as a fitting epilogue.  

Bernard Lee Kah Hong, a state registered nurse by profession, is the group’s dyed-in-the wool atonalist. His Let The Eyes Open in the Hour of Autumn II however has roots in China’s Jiangnan ensemble music. Using the flute, violin, viola and piano in transcription to substitute for the dizi, erhu, sanxian and pipa, he created a stirring if unsettling piece that deserves a second listen. The title refers to receiving an epiphany in one’s advancing years.

Finally, Lu Heng’s Fission for solo violin closed the concert like the way it began. Built on the premise of a single D note, the piece was an elaborate play and metamorphosis on a simple tone. Like particle rays emitting from a nuclear source, the unwavering D dominated while torrents of notes flew from Lee’s violin to its tumultuous close. This might have been a caprice by Paganini had he known Einstein.  

All photographs by courtesy of Quinnuance.