(Review by Lance).
The piano, ever present, expressing the emotion of the peace whilst Pipe's alto soars and sings as surely did the nightingale. Bass and drums add to the depth bringing colour to the rose.
The titles all relate to the story as it unwinds.
1/No red rose in all my garden; 2/The nightingale; 3/What I sing of, he suffers; 4/She swept over the garden like a shadow...; 5/6/ Philosophy and metaphysics, part 1 & part 2; 7/A red rose in my garden; 8/ ...and like a shadow she sailed through the grove; 9/The cold crystal moon leaned down to listen; 10/A love perfected by death.
You may think that this is going to be heavy going but you're wrong. The music floats and stings like a bee, to quote a well-known phrase.
Recommended listening but make sure you read the story as you do so.
5 stars Butterworth.
5 stars Wilde.
Lance.
Available now on Jellymould - JJ027
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