Galina Ustvolskaya was one of Shostakovich's favorite pupils. Shostakovich predicted she would achieve worldwide renown, appreciated by everyone who treasures truthfulness in music. This has not come to be, and I think the usual explanation -- the closure of the Soviet bloc to the rest of the world -- is only part of the reason. Ustvolskaya has a very small acknowledged body of works, and her style is idiosyncratic and, dare I say, limited. The incessant repetition of small motific units (that are too wayward, too mercurial, to be recognized as ostinato figures), the crude voice blending, the harshly hammered tone clusters on the piano -- these are characteristics that can be heard on the early
Octet of 1950 and will persist til the last of her compositions, the
Piano Sonata No.6.
One may hear an affinity to the European-American minimalists, but Ustovolskaya's sound is far less mechanical than say Nyman or Reich (or her own contemporary
Mosolov). Rather than evoking a clockwork process, the music sounds like a person trapped in a no-way-out situation, furiously and futilely banging on walls that are closing in on her. A similar organization can been heard on certain works by Gorecki, in particular his
Lerchenmusic, but Gorecki sounds far uglier.