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            Bartók Day – The six string quartets:
            
            Belcea Quartet. Wigmore Hall, London, 20.9.2008 (MB)
            
            Corina Belcea-Fisher (violin)
            Laura Samuel (violin)
            Krzysztof Chorzelski (viola)
            Antoine Lederlin (violoncello)
            
            
            The Belcea Quartet’s survey of Bartók’s six canonical string 
            quartets took the form of three concerts held throughout the day. 
            Formerly the Wigmore Hall’s quartet-in-residence (2001-6) and with a 
            recently released recording of the Bartók quartets to its name, the 
            Belcea was an obvious choice for this duty and privilege. It did not 
            disappoint.
            
            In the first quartet (1908-9), we hear the emergence of Bartók’s 
            individual style. One would probably guess that any given section 
            was by the composer, but by the end one could be in no doubt. The 
            Belcea Quartet’s reading therefore assumed an exploratory tone and 
            set the scene for the ensuing performances: sounding both as one and 
            as four. The work’s opening motif received an aptly lachrymose 
            presentation, the music being developed with a sense of opening out. 
            A passionate intensity marked the first movement’s middle section, 
            inevitably making one recall Bartók’s unfortunate liaison with Stefi 
            Geyer. The open-endedness of that movement was finely captured. In 
            the Allegretto, we heard a rhythmic drive that never sounded 
            merely brash; nor did it occlude Bartók’s characteristic melodic 
            profusion. I felt that were odd moments early on in the finale when 
            the players became a little too relaxed, but this was soon 
            compensated for with truly energetic passion, not least upon the 
            advent of its soaring Transylvanian theme. Thereafter no one could 
            look back: Bartók’s voice had asserted itself once and for all. The 
            second quartet (1915-17) received a reading that rightly emphasised 
            its ongoing developmental qualities. Recapitulations were not merely 
            different in their notes – they could hardly fail to be, given what 
            Bartók had written – but they truly sounded different: possible only 
            at the time of hearing, dependent upon what had come before. That to 
            the first movement evinced a real sense of terror when we heard the 
            four instruments in unison, swiftly followed by consolation. The 
            final ’cello notes were duly haunting. What we might call Bartók’s 
            ‘composed Arabism’ was very much to the fore in the following 
            movement. This was never mere local colour but musical invention. 
            There was a dreamy, Bergian middle section, which, splendid in its 
            inevitability, paved the way for seamlessly handled, almost 
            Carter-like metrical modulation. The frozen landscape of the closing 
            Lento was captured perfectly: this was not to be thawed, but to 
            remain desolate, although no less beautiful for that.
            
            The opening bar of the third quartet (1927) announced a new world, 
            unmistakeably Bartókian, yet closer to some – though by no means all 
            – of the qualities of the Second Viennese School. In Adorno’s words, 
            ‘What 
            is decisive is the formative power of the work; the iron 
            concentration, the wholly original tectonics.’ 
            Webern came to 
            mind in the shards of the Prima parte, whilst Schoenbergian 
            ‘developing variation’ was heard on a broader temporal plane in this 
            structurally impregnable account. Bartók’s tougher, more compressed 
            style was never softened, enabling his violent lyricism to sing all 
            the more freely. The pizzicato opening of the Seconda parte 
            was superbly presented by ’cellist Antoine Lederlin; above all, it 
            sounded so utterly melodious. Indeed, it was remarkable how Bartók’s 
            melodies grew out of, rather than stood opposed to, the obstinacy of 
            his rhythmic repetition. It was a hallmark of this performance and 
            of that of the fourth quartet (1928), that any instrumental 
            ‘effects’, for instance the passages played sul ponticello, 
            were impeccably musical, sounding fully integrated into the 
            composition. In lesser performances, they can sound too much in 
            their own right, but not here. The fourth quartet likewise received 
            a highly developmental reading. It may be composed on a larger scale 
            than its predecessor, but this does not imply any loosening of 
            construction. Its arch-form was rendered not only crystal clear but 
            also powerfully inevitable. The intensity of the first movement’s 
            coda was quite overwhelming, all the more so for being followed by 
            the strange, muted whisperings of the second. In the slow movement 
            that lies at the heart of the work, the folklike principal ’cello 
            theme was impeccably ‘accompanied’ by the other player’s chords, 
            leading us inevitably into the spellbinding world of Bartókian night 
            music. It would be difficult to find any fault with the 
            all-pizzicato fourth movement, whilst the powerfully projected 
            Bulgarian rhythms of the finale never masked the strong thematic 
            connections with the rest of the quartet.
            
            And so to the evening concert, for the final two quartets. The 
            Adornian ‘iron concentration’ of the fifth quartet (1934) is every 
            bit as great as that of the third and fourth, but the Belcea Quartet 
            managed to capture in tandem with this its more conciliatory 
            features too, not least the persistence of its centring upon B-flat. 
            Bach came to the fore in the flawless projection of the work’s 
            mirror formation, but the reflections within that mirror ensured 
            that this was no easy symmetry. The brazen fortissimo of the 
            first movement’s central section pounded itself not only into one’s 
            consciousness but also into the imagination. Night music was once 
            again idiomatically captured at the heart of the following Adagio 
            molto; the mystery and danger of the insect-like pizzicatos 
            registered powerfully – and meaningfully. And in the fifth movement, 
            the amusement of the banal hurdy-gurdy tune (con indifferenza) 
            was apparent, without being made to stand out like a sore thumb. It 
            is, after all, an inverted, diatonic relative of the movement’s 
            opening theme. If Bach stands behind much of the fifth quartet, then 
            Beethoven acquires the relative advantage in the sixth (1939). The 
            transformative reappearances of the mesto introductory 
            material to the first three movements were truly fulfilled in the 
            entirely mesto finale, providing a culmination that not only 
            evoked the celestial ecstasy of late Beethoven but also brought 
            Mahler to mind. He had actually been there from the opening viola 
            solo, performed with tender intimacy by Krzysztof Chorelski and was 
            apparent once again in the savagery of the Burletta. The 
            destination was inevitable but this far from negated the horrors one 
            might have to experience during the journey. And the final ’cello 
            pizzicato statement of the mesto theme provided a wholly 
            appropriate sense both of culmination and of open-endedness. These 
            great works are inexhaustible, yet their depths were truly plumbed 
            in the Belcea’s fine performances.
            
            
            Mark Berry
