The collaboration is most
successful, and one can think of no other composer who could so well supply the
musical equivalent of what has been admirably described as 'the hallucinated
vision, the glassily clear technique, the curiously profound wit of Edith
Sitwell's poems. In the early version of' Façade the music did little
save add a background of strange arabesques and unexpected timbres to the
poems; in the later versions, the music is much more clearly formed and there
is a greater wealth of thematic material. The orchestral suite, though a very
enjoyable work, represents only one side of Façade, for the composer has
chosen the more brilliant and satirical numbers for adaptation and one may
search in vain for the pastoral charm of 'Daphne' or the sinister atmosphere of
'Four in the Morning'. The composer has kept closely- and in my opinion, too
closely - to the form and rhythm of the poems. He has not always realized that
certain passages have but little meaning when divorced from their peculiar
method of presentation; thus, in the fourth number we are given nothing save a
rather perfunctory crescendo passage to take the place of the brilliant cadenza
for voice which (in the entertainment) leads from the tango to the pasodoble.
The only piece in which he has
departed from the original form of the poem is the Tarantella-Sevillana,
[2] perhaps the most successful number in the suite, where the original
material has been considerably expanded into a brilliant burlesque of the
'Mediterranean' style.
Siesta, [3] a charmingly scored piece for small orchestra, may at a first hearing strike one as being rather slight, yet is nevertheless very solidly and ingeniously put together. To those ignorant of Walton's early work or of the unpublished numbers of' Façade' the quiet melancholy of this piece may come as a surprise, though in reality it is more typical of the composer than the boisterous high spirits of' Portsmouth Point.
Both emotionally and technically
speaking, this piece represents a transition. The ingenious counterpoints and
cross rhythms of the quiet first section foreshadow the slow movement of the
Piano Concerto, while the nonchalant waltz-tune with which the work ends might
have come out of' Façade 'for there is a sadness underlying its apparent
frivolity that is reminiscent of much in Miss Edith Sitwell's poetry.
After Siesta there was a
distinct pause in the composer's output, but clearly it was a case of' ‘reculer
pour mieux sauter’ (delaying the inevitable), for with his last work, the
Sinfonia Concertante, Walton more than fulfils the high hopes raised by
'Portsmouth Point' and 'Façade'.
It is to be noticed that when a composer has at last attained assurance both in his ideas and their execution, his work has more in common with his earliest compositions than with those immediately preceding his last work. The composer often expresses his personality more completely in his first tentative efforts than in more proficient but less subjective work. that succeed them. When we find that a composer is able to express with the assurance won by his later works the essential thought of his earlier works, we may be confident that he is on the right track, and so it is with pleasure that we notice in the Sinfonia Concertante [4] not only the brilliance of Portsmouth Point and a Façade but also the deep feeling of the best parts in the early piano quartet. The not too suitable title might perhaps lead the ignorant to expect the usual up-to-date pastiche of the classical manner (based for the most part on material that Bach or Handel would have disdained to use for a bridge passage) but the classicism of the Sinfonia Concertante lies not in any external mannerisms but in the absolute concision of form with which is expressed a genuine emotion.
This work is an advance toward both a greater richness and a greater simplicity. A certain unnecessary complication has hitherto been a feature of nearly all Walton's work (the only criticism would make of Portsmouth Point, for instance, is that its difficulty is out of proportion to its length and scope); and even the Sinfonia he seems at times strangely uninclined to present his ideas with the bareness that would actually throw them into higher relief than does the rich but not always essential arabesque with which he surrounds them. This stricture aside, however, one can but admire the concision originality of form, the wealth of vigorous thematic material and the ease, reminiscent of Borodin at his best, with which these themes are combined. The slow movement with its delightful cross-rhythm is perhaps the most satisfying, but the work is essentially a whole and the coda of the scherzo-finale, in which the themes of the previous movements are freely woven together, is no mere academic device but the natural consequence of the ideas themselves.
Those critics, whether amateur or professional, whose one interest in a work lies in the detection of influences may murmur ‘Prokofiev’ at one or two passages, but if he has in any way derived from the Russian composer it has been from his best qualities, his clarity and his lyricism, for the Sinfonia Concertante is entirely free from the empty virtuosity that spoils so much of Prokofiev's otherwise admirable work. The entire absence of affectation (whether the urbane affectation of the Parisians or the bucolic affectation of the English) would alone earn it distinction, and to my mind it is not only the most satisfactory of modern concertos but one of the finest works of this decade.
[2] The Tarantella‑Sevillana
does not appear in the original recitation version of Façade, but it is
included as the concluding number of Suite No. 1. Walton added it to the
suite because its brilliant orchestral colour and high‑spirited rhythmic drive
made an ideal, crowd‑pleasing finale for the concert‑hall incarnation of Façade.
[3] Siesta (1926) is one
of Walton’s most captivating early miniatures, a warm, unhurried evocation of
Mediterranean heat. Its gently rocking rhythms, soft brass colours and wistful
melodic turns suggest a lazy afternoon drifting by. The piece is brief, but its
atmosphere is unmistakable: sun‑drenched, slightly nostalgic, and already
showing Walton’s knack for clear, elegant orchestral writing without any hint
of grandstanding.
Written with an engaging, assertive, and contemporary (1928) critical voice, the essay successfully balances technical insight with accessible aesthetic evaluation. Its primary strength lies in its nuanced defence of Walton's eclecticism, correctly identifying how diverse influences - from Catalan folk dances to jazz - combine into a cohesive style rather than a derivative pastiche.
However, the text occasionally
suffers from sweeping generalisations, particularly its dismissive attitude
toward contemporary British nationalism (RVW?) and its rigid critiques of
Schoenberg and Prokofiev. The final paragraph leans toward repetitive
speculation regarding Walton's future. Despite these minor flaws, it remains a
compelling, historically grounded defence of Walton’s early genius.
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