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              CD: Crotchet 
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            Gustav MAHLER 
              (1860-1911)  
              Symphony No. 9 in D minor (1909) [72:10] 
                
              Radio-Sinfonieorchester Stuttgart des SWR/Roger Norrington 
              rec. live, 5 September 2009, Liederhalle Stuttgart, Beethovensaal 
                
              HÄNSSLER CLASSIC CD 93.244 [72:10]   
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                  A lot of fuss has been made about Roger Norrington’s recent 
                  recordings of romantic repertoire, and this particular disc 
                  has had certain quarters in reviewing circles very hot under 
                  the collar indeed. The main source of the controversy is Norrington’s 
                  decision to use ‘pure tone’, that is, to do away 
                  with vibrato throughout the entire orchestra. This is something 
                  which we’re still used to in most brass playing, less 
                  so in the woodwinds unless you focus entirely on clarinets, 
                  but these days composers who want to stop string players from 
                  colouring their sound with a greater or lesser amount of more 
                  or less constant wrist movement is to mark the score clearly 
                  with a firm set of brake blocks: senza vibrato, forbidding 
                  the default setting of warm plushness which characterises the 
                  kind or orchestral string sound we expect today.  
                     
                  So, where is the problem? Critics have issues with Norrington’s 
                  historical basis for this approach. He cites the Vienna Philharmonic 
                  recording made in 1938 by Mahler’s assistant Bruno Walter 
                  as the end of an era, marking the finish of the orchestral sound 
                  which would supposedly have been familiar to Beethoven, Brahms, 
                  Wagner, Bruckner and the like. There is a certain amount of 
                  scholarship which debunks this view, and it is indeed hard to 
                  reconcile the implied ‘sudden’ rise of vibrato string 
                  playing within such the relatively short WWII period. True, 
                  European orchestras were dramatically altered by the tragic 
                  loss of so many Jewish musicians, but any such deep-seated style 
                  and tradition would have been in the purview and leadership 
                  of conductors who straddle both eras. I’ve looked at Bruno 
                  Walter on film, admittedly when he had become a senior figure 
                  in the music world, but I don’t see him bearing down on 
                  his string players for using vibrato in Brahms. Have a look 
                  on YouTube and listen to that final Adagio of the historic 
                  1938 Vienna recording if you don’t have the CDs. Blow 
                  me down, but I hear vibrato in those strings, don’t you? 
                  There’s arguably not as much as on some modern recordings 
                  but it’s there nonetheless. Earlier orchestral recordings 
                  such as those conducted by Elgar indeed show restraint in terms 
                  of vibrato, but I have the impression this was more the British 
                  style of the period - like that represented by my old flute 
                  teacher Gareth Morris, whose old-school recordings also show 
                  a kind of vibrato-free purity. My theory is that it is probably 
                  true that the ‘rise’ of all-embracing vibrato has 
                  been relatively recent, but only in terms of degree. Perhaps 
                  we can’t imagine quite the rich Yves Rocher layers of 
                  modern vibrato-volume being applied when woodwind instruments 
                  like the flute were still made of the same kind of wood as conductor’s 
                  moustaches, but the aspiration towards a comparison between 
                  orchestral instruments and the desirable quality of a fine human 
                  singing voice has for a long time been a close one. As with 
                  all such things, change from patchy regional or national stylistic 
                  trends would have been accelerated by the advent of recorded 
                  sound, as the widespread export of best-selling orchestra’s 
                  qualities to every corner of the western world set the forces 
                  of sonic homogeneity in motion. You will of course note that 
                  my observations are based entirely on a complete lack of footnotes 
                  and academic reference. It just strikes me that we are looking 
                  at extremes, arguments both for and against pre-war vibrato 
                  going too far in their respective opposite directions.  
                     
                  Let me also put up my hand with a confession. As a flute player 
                  I am not a huge fan of excessive and constant vibrato, particularly 
                  the wide or relentless kind which has permanently put me off 
                  James Galway’s otherwise brilliant playing, and many singers 
                  in grand opera for that matter. I do however recognise that 
                  vibrato is a necessary part of sonic projection. It can be that 
                  quality in a player’s sound which brings the air and the 
                  acoustic to life, and which can bring a range of warmth and 
                  expression to a body of strings. I do however in the main agree 
                  with the position which sees vibrato more an ornamental quality, 
                  to be used as a part of the sound where appropriate but also 
                  to be held in reserve for dramatic or rhetorical effect. Norrington 
                  does allow the solo violin parts in this recording a certain 
                  amount of vibrato, differentiating the qualities of these moments 
                  from the main string lines. This works of course, but these 
                  moments boil down to basic accompaniment practice - you would 
                  never have your violins cooking at maximum while a solo line 
                  is being played anyway, and the same moments with Bruno Walter’s 
                  1938 work in a similar way.  
                     
                  One or two preconceptions did concern me from the outset. One 
                  is that an orchestra of now being asked to play in the way claimed 
                  for orchestras of yesterday might be seen as something as a 
                  step backwards, by which I mean that the hard-won qualities 
                  of the SWR Radio Symphony Orchestra, placed in the straitjacket 
                  of vibrato-less playing, might suffer any number of negative 
                  side-effects. This is largely disproved by the recording, but 
                  I did maintain the feeling that the withdrawal of this kind 
                  of colour hadn’t entirely been filled by a convincing 
                  equality of quality without. The other is that by doing away 
                  with vibrato entirely, we are denied its qualities in terms 
                  of musical contrast and expression at moments of high drama 
                  and emotional climax where the sonic benefits of that widening 
                  expansion of sound would seem to be as welcome as a cold drink 
                  on a hot day in the middle of a large desert. In other words: 
                  does this recording work at all?  
                     
                  The answer is a kind of yes and no. With the exposure of the 
                  string lines into this pure sort of phrasing there arises the 
                  sometimes surprising advantage of a kind of bald clarity in 
                  Mahler’s contrapuntal writing which we more often than 
                  not miss in more sumptuous readings. Comparing that marvellous 
                  string-rich Adagio finale with the Bruno Walter recording 
                  held as the end of the era it purports to revive however, I 
                  find very few similarities. Norrington creates a kind of ‘chamber 
                  consolation’ version of the music. The qualities of string 
                  phrasing throughout the symphony and here are generated through 
                  a not unpleasant mezza di voce shaping of the notes, 
                  but apart from that there’s not much else left to describe. 
                  Even leaving the vast extremes of Bernstein’s Deutsche 
                  Grammophon Concertgebouw recording aside, which comes in at 
                  over 10 minutes longer than Norrington’s 19:24 timing, 
                  this version of the Adagio is brisk. Sir Georg Solti 
                  takes 24:47 in his 1982 Chicago SO recording on Decca and represents 
                  a more realistic average. With Norrington, the climaxes are 
                  effective only because the dynamics of the brass and percussion 
                  are communicated effectively. The strings contribute very little 
                  to the intensity of the whole, their sound where audible draped 
                  like a gauze over the power of the other sections, and when 
                  exposed frequently leaving much to be desired. Take that section 
                  where the strings are left behind with those few sustained notes 
                  when the full might of the brass and winds is taken away at 
                  11:35. Doesn’t all the tension and excitement just evaporate 
                  completely?  
                     
                  For me, such crucial moments fairly swiftly discount this recording 
                  from becoming a realistic recommendation. There are some redeeming 
                  features which might be considered, and I do not agree with 
                  the vitriol which has been thrown in Norrington’s direction 
                  from some quarters. For one, this is not a clone of so many 
                  other recordings, trying to out-do famous fore-runners in the 
                  same field. This argument rides dangerously close to the ‘gimmick, 
                  stand-out-from-the-crowd’ aspect to this interpretation, 
                  but that would be entirely disrespectful to Roger Norrington’s 
                  strongly held views, and this is not what I intend in such a 
                  review as this. As a live performance there are many white-hot 
                  moments, and whenever I’ve played snippets of this recording 
                  to relatively non-musical office colleagues they’ve always 
                  still been held by that Mahler spell. This music really is that 
                  good. There are moments of poignant fragility which are revealed, 
                  unexpected points which sometimes encroach on your consciousness, 
                  or which can leap out and make you start revising your opinion 
                  of this magnificent piece all over again. These points will 
                  be different for each listener and I’m not going to list 
                  all of mine, but it is more often than not those areas of textural 
                  openness which can be most telling, from all sections of the 
                  orchestra, not only the strings. In some ways the qualities 
                  in this recording almost seem designed to reveal the strengths 
                  in others. It’s only when you start comparing this recording 
                  with the likes of Sir John Barbirolli’s 1964 Berlin Philharmonic 
                  on EMI that you begin to hear that there is so much more which 
                  can be so much better. My problem is not with the technical 
                  achievement of Norrington’s performance, nor do I have 
                  many issues with the quality of the recording. I’m not 
                  even that concerned with the vibrato issue, where it not for 
                  the vacuum it leaves behind in its non-wake. The first thing 
                  I found myself doing on an initial run through was listening 
                  out for traces of vibrato, and finding myself encouraged by 
                  the glimmers of expressive content in the violin and flute solos. 
                  Once I had passed that phase I did find I could enjoy the music 
                  for what it was, but each time I’ve come back to examples 
                  of trusted substance such as Barbirolli and Bernstein I discover 
                  the music anew, wondering what I had ever found as positive 
                  in this new recording. To the latter of these comparisons I 
                  admit a sentimental attachment as my dad was in the audience 
                  but still, it’s Bernstein who can bring tears to your 
                  eyes, Barbirolli who can make you sit and listen, slack jawed 
                  at the sheer brilliance of it all. Bruno Walter’s historic 
                  1938 recording may be flawed in terms of technical neatness, 
                  but is excitingly intense, making the music sound raw and modern, 
                  which in those days it still was.    
                     
                  These are things I rarely have with Norrington and the SWR orchestra. 
                  I relish his clarity, and appreciate the ‘new look’ 
                  Mahler which makes us re-discover the music in ways other recordings 
                  cannot. My only remaining doubt with regard my own objective 
                  integrity was that, soaked as most of us are with the idea that 
                  vibrato = intensity, I was misinterpreting Norrington’s 
                  sound through the musical semantics of my own experience, unable 
                  to experience the leaner and perhaps more direct language of 
                  that bygone age because my expectations have been stained through 
                  that lack of purity which is restored here. Norrington’s 
                  own notes say “I hope that listeners to this recording 
                  will realise that the pure tone... does not at all detract from 
                  the impact of the sound, or the passion of the playing. I feel 
                  that on the contrary it can give a touching honesty and realism 
                  to Mahler’s music...” Once again, I don’t 
                  feel in a position to disagree with this in principle, but while 
                  I admire this experiment and have listened with great interest 
                  and a degree of enjoyment, I can’t help feeling that we 
                  miss part of what Mahler intended, “the symphony [which] 
                  must be like the world.” Perhaps we do have a glimpse 
                  of that world here, but I can’t help feeling it is only 
                  a part of that world, and I can’t resist imagining 
                  what Der Mahler himself would have thought...   
                 
               
               
                 
                  ....we spent a good hour or so, waiting patiently while Gustav 
                    became accustomed to digital sound, twiddling with the various 
                    knobs and buttons of the HiFi and laughing volubly.  
                    “This is incredible... where, where do you hide the 
                    orchestra... they must be somewhere, it all sounds 
                    so real..!”  
                    The serious business was however what he would make of the 
                    latest recording of his last finished symphony.  
                    “...ah, it’s wonderful - it all sounds so clear...” 
                    Mahler was still marvelling, but a measure of impatience was 
                    becoming apparent in his manner. He was conducting the invisible 
                    orchestra, but not obtaining the results he so passionately 
                    demanded.  
                    “Gah, naaahhh - come on, I need more life 
                    here - this should be the soul of man being torn from his 
                    very being... come on...”  
                    We took a short break, and while the great man’s brow 
                    was mopped and tea was consumed I switched the discs in the 
                    machine. Solti and the Chicago players: that should do the 
                    trick, Mahler exotic and abroad - like a robust fine wine, 
                    a survivor on both sides of the Atlantic.  
                    As these new sounds vibrated the atmosphere in the room changed 
                    at once, as if the air had undergone a kind of polarisation. 
                    Mahler’s eyes became misty, and, instead of conducting; 
                    trying to draw the imaginary orchestra in the air, he became 
                    an absorbent receptacle. He would shake loose a nervous tic 
                    from time to time but would more often close his eyes, raising 
                    his face to the light, his face sometimes moist with tears. 
                     
                    “...yes, this was not my orchestra, but this 
                    is my music...”  
                 
               
              Dominy Clements  
                   
                 
               
              
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