Roars from Ruhr
[...] Political warning or just a joke? Such ambiguity abounded. In his
Dr. Hasso Wolf, a hilariously miniature Le Sacre, Witzmann grunted loudly
as he banged drums, while Burger's tuba puffed an atonal march. "Any similarities
with real persons or dogs," read the program, "are purely coincidental
but intended." However one construed that, the festival was an enlightening
change from the dry Rihm/Fernheyhough mainstream that usually flows from
Germany. We need these reminders that the new music universe is not exhausted
by minimalism, serialism, neoromanticism, and improvisation, as it too
often seems to be here.
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