Underground Sounds

?This fourth instalment of the recent symphonic output of Fridrich Bruk (born in Ukraine in 1937 but a Finnish resident since 1974) brings two earlier works - from when Bruk was merely in his late seventies. His Symphonies Nos. 15 and 16 - both predicated on Bruk's concern for the environment - inhabit the soundworld that has become familiar from his more recent symphonies: almost a stream of consciousness expressed through wildly inventive orchestral writing in a kaleidoscope of colour and counterpoint, sitting somewhere between Villa-Lobos and Pettersson in it's profligate abundance.
?This fourth instalment of the recent symphonic output of Fridrich Bruk (born in Ukraine in 1937 but a Finnish resident since 1974) brings two earlier works - from when Bruk was merely in his late seventies. His Symphonies Nos. 15 and 16 - both predicated on Bruk's concern for the environment - inhabit the soundworld that has become familiar from his more recent symphonies: almost a stream of consciousness expressed through wildly inventive orchestral writing in a kaleidoscope of colour and counterpoint, sitting somewhere between Villa-Lobos and Pettersson in it's profligate abundance.
5060113446572
Bruk / Lithuanian National Symphony Orchestra - Orchestral Music Vol. 4

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Format: CD
Label: TOCCATA
Rel. Date: 06/02/2023
UPC: 5060113446572

Orchestral Music Vol. 4
Artist: Bruk / Lithuanian National Symphony Orchestra
Format: CD
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?This fourth instalment of the recent symphonic output of Fridrich Bruk (born in Ukraine in 1937 but a Finnish resident since 1974) brings two earlier works - from when Bruk was merely in his late seventies. His Symphonies Nos. 15 and 16 - both predicated on Bruk's concern for the environment - inhabit the soundworld that has become familiar from his more recent symphonies: almost a stream of consciousness expressed through wildly inventive orchestral writing in a kaleidoscope of colour and counterpoint, sitting somewhere between Villa-Lobos and Pettersson in it's profligate abundance.
        
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