The 32-year-old Glaswegian writes with an astonishingly clear hand. He cuts to the point, illuminates contrast like a chiaroscuro painting and doesn’t hide behind clutter. These six fleeting movements were buoyant and shimmering. Among many striking moments were squalling strings, daringly sparse stretches and a yearning trumpet call that glowed like a beacon through the haar. The orchestra played it all with briliantly lithe attack.
— Kate Molleson