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              SEEN 
              AND HEARD CONCERT  REVIEW 
              
              Haydn, 
              Mahler:  
              Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra/Mariss Jansons, Royal Festival 
              Hall, 11.11 2007 (MB)  
                
              Haydn 
              – Symphony no.104 in D, ‘London’ 
              Mahler 
              – Symphony no.5 
                
              
               
              
              The 
              Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra remains a very fine ensemble 
              indeed. Under its principal conductor, Mariss Jansons, it offered 
              one of the best performances of a Haydn symphony I have heard in 
              some time – not that we are overwhelmed with choice in that 
              respect. Articulation was exemplary: musical rather than indulging 
              in distorting point-scoring. That sort of thing is irritating 
              enough when it comes from Nikolaus Harnoncourt, but still worse 
              when perpetrated by his imitators. Rhythms were spruce; they were 
              pointed up by Jansons where necessary, but for the most part, he 
              was happy to let the orchestra do what it could itself. The 
              strings were allowed to play to their strengths, exhibiting 
              sweetness and richness of tone without ever cloying or clogging up 
              the arteries. The woodwind sounded delightful, adding to the 
              string-based sonority rather than competing with it, and providing 
              piquant soloistic colour. And the trumpets, horns, and kettledrum 
              played their parts to perfection. There was once again no undue 
              exhibitionism, simply fine musicianship, attentive to the rest of 
              the orchestra and to the conductor, and marvellously pure in tone 
              (the horns in particular).
              
              The slow introduction to the first movement was relatively fleet, 
              but was directed in such a way as to make this seem perfectly 
              natural, its rhythmic and harmonic contours leading up to the 
              outbreak of the exposition proper. Likewise, the second movement, 
              admittedly an Andante rather than an Adagio, was 
              taken at quite a flowing pace. Such was the care taken in phrasing 
              and in the characterisation of every line, such was the attention 
              paid to the combination of those lines, harmonically and 
              contrapuntally, that again this felt just right, even if the 
              timing on paper might have led one to suspect hurrying. The minuet 
              was taken, as is now the fashion, one-to-a-bar. This generally 
              leads to a loss of the stately character of the dance, but the 
              technique and musicianship of conductor and players ensured that 
              there was no loss of aristocratic grace. The cross rhythms were 
              made to tell and there was none of the tedious short-breathed 
              phrasing that disfigures so many contemporary performances: a 
              longer line was always palpable. A slight relaxation of tempo for 
              the trio was well judged. The celebrated drone finale swept all in 
              its wake: fast but never rushed. Every instrumental line sang 
              freely and joyfully, yet never merely for itself. Here especially, 
              the antiphonal division of first and second violins paid 
              dividends, Haydn’s imitative playfulness registering in delightful 
              fashion.
              
              Mahler’s fifth symphony received for the most part a duly 
              thrilling performance. Again, there could  be no quarrel with the 
              standard of orchestral playing, which impressed in every 
              department, apart from a brief passage at the beginning of the 
              final movement when some sections sounded a little tired. (One can 
              certainly sympathise with their predicament.) Special mention 
              should be made of the first horn and first trumpeter, whose solos 
              were not only faultless but profoundly moving; there was no doubt 
              that they understood the meaning behind the notes. The opening 
              tattoo and its recurrences were ominous indeed. Moreover, the 
              statements of the chorale, which at various points threatens to 
              triumph but never quite does, were noble and thrilling: a tribute 
              to all of the brass in particular. The ghostly pizzicati 
              from the strings in the third movement were superbly managed, as 
              was the Viennese Schwung of the final trio section of that 
              movement. Thinking of the orchestra as a whole, and its direction 
              from Jansons, an especially notable aspect of this performance was 
              the bustling counterpoint , partly born of Mahler’s renewed 
              interest in the music of Bach, and yet so utterly characteristic 
              of the composer and his language. Not only the balance between 
              various lines, but also the impetus the sometimes frenetic activity 
              gives to the symphony’s dramatic arch, were as impressive as I can 
              recall hearing them.
              
              And yet, the interpretation did not seem to be quite settled. A 
              noteworthy and commendable aspect was the clear division into 
              Mahler’s three parts; the second and fifth movements were attacked 
              immediately,  to underline this. However, there were quite a 
              few passages, which, if they did not quite meander, did not sound 
              quite so necessary as they might. This was less the case in the 
              first movement, whose funeral tread mightily impressed, but the 
              complex Scherzo and the finale seemed – as so often it can, in all 
              but the greatest performances – a little over-extended. There is a 
              very difficult balance to strike in the finale, between the 
              abundance of orchestral and contrapuntal virtuosity and the 
              overall line, in terms of the movement itself and, even more 
              trickily, its place in the symphonic whole. Leonard Bernstein, in 
              his truly great 
              Vienna 
              recording, succeeded triumphantly in this as few have done before 
              or since. Jansons is not there yet, but I have heard far more 
              uncertain, prolix traversals. The Adagietto was beautiful, 
              but a little earth-bound. Bernstein shows how it might be both 
              æthereal and carnal, whilst also serving as an introduction to the 
              boisterous high spirits of the fifth movement. Here it seemed 
              somewhat static, the string tone slightly unleavened. The final 
              characteristic I felt lacking was a sense of modernist adventure. 
              One of the most enduringly fascinating aspects of Mahler is his 
              position on the cusp of late Romanticism and the Second Viennese 
              School. Different interpretations may choose to dwell more on one 
              or the other, and may vary even within a single interpretation. 
              However, the knife-edge experience of standing so close to the 
              expressionist abyss should not be neglected entirely. There were 
              times when the music sounded more like a presentiment of 
              Shostakovich, and Mahler is far more ambiguous, far richer than 
              that.
              
              
              Whilst it would be an exaggeration to speak of the work being 
              treated as a concerto for orchestra, this was on occasion the 
              impression one might have gleaned, owing to the mismatch – which 
              should not be exaggerated, but which likewise should not be 
              ignored – between the overall conception and the execution. There 
              seems to me every reason to believe that Jansons will deepen his 
              understanding of the work, so that before too long it will rank 
              with the towering performance I heard of the Sixth Symphony with 
              the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra in 
              Salzburg in 
              2005. But the Fifth is an extremely treacherous work; I recall 
              hearing Sir Simon Rattle say that he had left it alone for quite a 
              while, having had his fingers burned early on. Earlier this year, 
              I heard Daniel Barenboim fall much further short than Jansons, 
              notwithstanding the fact that Barenboim went on to give extremely 
              fine performances of the Seventh and Ninth. So there is no shame 
              whatsoever in there being a longer journey to travel; this, after 
              all, is part of the challenge and devotion Mahler inspires.
              
              Mark Berry
 
