I have seen Guo in concert twice now, and every time I listen to this CD, I am as mesmerised as I was back then. Though not harmonically complex pretty much throughout, this album does contain a powerful throbbing, trembling and at times pounding emotion, founded in the suffering of the Chinese people at the hands of a communist government (particularly the track 'Su lin', written for his mother, whose appreciation for the arts and all things beautiful led her to be persecuted by the belief that all those not wholly devoted to Mao must be extirpated, manifest in murderous rampages).
Guo's mastery of the flute, amongst other instruments, is clear to anyone, whether musical scholar or otherwise, and through the brilliant capture of the timbre, it is almost possible to feel the twisting and the spiralling of his elegant melodies. It is not all heart-rending, and can run the gamut between jaunty Chinese folk and ancient eastern mysticism. In any case, it superbly represents not just the work and talent of the man himself, but the history and culture of one of the world's most intriguing nations.