Music
| The Claim | ||||
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design and illustration by Dave McKean |
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| Soundtrack album by Michael Nyman | ||||
| Released | January 23, 2001 | |||
| Recorded | September 2000, Whitfield Street Studios, London | |||
| Genre | Soundtrack, Contemporary classical, minimalism | |||
| Length | 50:51 | |||
| Label | Virgin | |||
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| Allmusic | |
The Claim is Michael Nyman's first (and, as of 2008, only) score for a Western, and his second collaboration with Michael Winterbottom. In it, in particular, in "The Shootout," Nyman pays homage to Ennio Morricone's Western scores. "The Shootout" also incorporates material from A Zed & Two Noughts and Prospero's Books in a layered manner with elements of the main themes of the score and a Morricone-style trumpet motif. The score includes the principal scalar riff that appears in numerous Nyman works, including Out of the Ruins, String Quartet No. 3, À la folie, Carrington, the rejected score from Practical Magic, and The End of the Affair. The Claim marks Michael Nyman's last use of this musical material (as of 2008).
Portions of the score appear as solo piano works on Nyman's 2005 album, The Piano Sings, which features Nyman's personal piano interpretations of music he had written for various films.
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