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            Prom 71, Turnage and Mahler: 
            Chicago 
            Symphony Orchestra, Bernard Haitink (conductor). Royal Albert Hall, 
            London, 8.9.2008 (MB)
            
            Turnage – Chicago Remains (European premiere)
            Mahler – Symphony no.6 in A minor
            
            
            The warmth of applause for Bernard Haitink as he walked towards the 
            podium testified once again to the affection and gratitude London 
            and this country more generally will always feel for the saviour of 
            the Royal Opera. This, however, is the first time that we have had 
            the opportunity to hear Haitink as Principal Conductor of the 
            Chicago Symphony Orchestra. What was immediately striking – and 
            continued to be so throughout – was the extent to which Haitink has 
            continued Daniel Barenboim’s work in ridding this great orchestra of 
            the excessive brashness that could sometimes disfigure its 
            performances under Sir Georg Solti (and beyond him, Fritz Reiner). 
            At the same time, however, a little more bite might not have gone 
            amiss in the otherwise excellent performance of Mahler’s sixth 
            symphony.
            
            First on the menu was the European premiere of Mark-Anthony 
            Turnage’s Chicago Remains. Following hard on the heels of a 
            fine performance of Messiaen’s
            
            Turangalîla-Symphonie, I was 
            inevitably reminded of the earlier work by the opening percussion 
            figures, although difference announced itself too: the mechanical 
            sounds of the city rather than pantheistic ecstasy. The suggestion 
            of a train whistle brought to mind Chicago’s Union Station. Indeed, 
            I fancied that the entire progress of the quarter-hour work 
            suggested a train journey, with as much emphasis upon the journey as 
            upon the train, thereby distinguishing it from a work such as 
            Honegger’s Pacific 231. The gleaming Chicago skyline was 
            almost audibly visible too, and so was a seamier side to city life, 
            jazz being suggested through instrumentation and turns of phrase 
            rather than compositional method, which was undoubtedly more 
            substantial. Few composers would neglect the opportunity to allow 
            this orchestra’s fabled brass section to shine; Turnage did not. 
            Following some more brutalistic moments, characterised by trumpet 
            fanfares and great chordal slabs of orchestral sound, the final 
            section of the work proved touchingly elegiac, not least in a 
            superbly-taken oboe solo melody. Haitink is not most noted for 
            commitment to contemporary music, although a glance at his 
            Concertgebouw programmes belies any suggestion of undue 
            conservatism; recordings can often deceive. At any rate, it is 
            difficult to imagine that Turnage could have hoped for better 
            advocacy than he received here, either from the orchestra or from 
            the conductor, who had also premiered his song-cycle Some Days 
            at the 1991 Proms.
            
            The first movement of the Mahler began at quite a brisk pace, 
            relentless even, which is not inappropriate. Once again, I do not 
            think the Royal Albert Hall helped, since there were some odd 
            balances from my seat, in spite of Haitink’s general care with 
            blending. I was also a little surprised to see the cowbells on 
            stage. Whilst the orchestra played superbly, it lacked that last 
            ounce of ‘character’ of some ensembles, at least at their best. One 
            of Haitink’s strengths was illustrated by his willingness to let the 
            development take its time, to linger even in some passages. This 
            seems to be a more pronounced characteristic of his present view of 
            this work than earlier recordings would suggest. Whilst there was 
            not a radical reinterpretation of this movement, it was not so 
            ‘tragic’ as it can often sound.
            
            In the Scherzo, placed second, the opening properly shadowed the 
            opening of the first movement. This underlined the rightness of 
            Haitink’s decision concerning movement order: musical considerations 
            came first. The woodwind’s skeletal shiver was well-nigh perfect and 
            the horns in concert sounded marvellous. There was great rhythmic 
            strength but also a duly ‘Classical’ – if not in the authenticists’ 
            sense – yielding for the trio sections. Moreover, and perhaps 
            slightly to my surprise, Haitink did not shrink from bringing out 
            the modernistic strangeness of the orchestration. Each section was 
            clearly characterised, with sometimes daring contrasts of tempo, and 
            if I occasionally wondered whether this was slightly to the 
            detriment of the whole, my doubts were confounded, since it 
            ultimately ‘worked’. This movement marked, I think, the true 
            highpoint of the performance.
            
            The opening of the third movement was somewhat neutral – and rightly 
            so. It needs plenty of space to be built upon, and even then, not 
            too much. There is – and was in this performance – no contradiction 
            between the salon-ish quality of the theme and the wealth of musical 
            riches that Schoenberg discovered in his celebrated analysis of the 
            movement. Haitink traced the contours of the principal theme’s 
            progress as lovingly as Schoenberg had. A beautiful horn solo 
            pointed the way forward to the Nachtmusik of the Seventh 
            Symphony. Yet there remained a nagging doubt that the movement was 
            just a little underplayed, a little too placid, although this is 
            certainly preferable to erring in the opposite direction. (Remember 
            ‘Gergiev’s Mahler’?) The great climax was, however, all the more 
            powerful for its lack of exaggeration. Indeed, its non-neurotic 
            quality was positively Brucknerian, perhaps not surprisingly given 
            Haitink’s greatness as a Bruckner conductor. The end of the movement 
            found a wonderful peace, physically and metaphysically, subsiding 
            into a blissful nothingness.
            
            With the opening of the finale, it seemed that unalloyed tragedy had 
            finally come upon us. (Should it have been there from the outset? I 
            cannot deny that that would have been a preferable course to me, but 
            there are alternative paths.) Yet the movement as a whole still 
            exhibited at times a ‘Classical’ restraint, although terror 
            certainly raised its head with the cataclysmic hammer-blows. The 
            contrapuntal music was as well handled as I have ever heard, 
            exhibiting both clarity and tonal weight, in a fashion that reminded 
            me of the final movement of the Fifth Symphony. Haitink was clearly 
            alert to links, thematic and otherwise, between the three Rückert 
            symphonies.  The brass sounded predictably yet nevertheless 
            wonderfully Fafner-like at the end and there was true desolation as 
            we achieved nihilistic closure. My only real reservation was that, 
            in the final analysis – and this probably goes for the performance 
            as a whole – the performance did not quite sound as though it had 
            been conceived in one long span, Haitink’s long experience in the 
            symphonic repertoire notwithstanding. It is unfortunate that I still 
            had
            
            Pierre Boulez’s Berlin performance from last year resounding in 
            my memory. Not only had Boulez’s reading exhibited that 
            Furtwänglerian quality of Fernhören – even in non-Furtwänglerian 
            repertoire – but it had truly sounded a fitting performance for Holy 
            Saturday, as Christ lay in the bonds of Hell. Despite Boulez’s 
            reputation, it was Haitink’s performance that ultimately sounded 
            more ‘observed’ and ‘detached’.   
            
            
            Mark Berry
            
            
            
            
	
	
			
	
	
              
              
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