Francis Poulenc came of age during the “roaring twenties,” when Paris was one of the main centers of musical innovation in the world. His unique brand of neoclassicism, blended with a genuine lyricism that could turn into irony at any moment, made him one of the most prominent French composers of his generation.
In reviews of Poulenc’s scintillating Sextet, one reads phrases like “bumptious and irreverent sauciness,” “witty virtuosity,” “dry, snappy and tongue-in-cheek, reveling in its own fun,” and even “positively transcendental schmaltz.” When Poulenc, an excellent pianist, recorded the Sextet with the principal wind players of the Philadelphia Orchestra, one critic called the work “a recommended antidote for sagging spirits.”
The fun starts right at the beginning, with a series of playful wind solos over an ostinato (“obstinately” repeated) piano rhythm that sounds like a modernistic transformation of dance music from a cabaret. After a slow and languid middle section, the bouncy opening tempo returns. The second movement, called Divertissement, does the exact opposite: it opens and closes with an expressive melody, with the “cabaret” appearing, briefly, in the middle. The same duality continues in the finale, with the difference that the last word, surprisingly, belongs to the Romantic poet, not to the humorist. As in the first movement, it is the bassoon that sets the new tone with an unaccompanied melody in free rhythm, leading into a coda in which the lyrical theme from the first movement’s middle section is heard again.
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