Happily, this new 
Manfred arrived just a few days before 
                Vassily Petrenko was due to conduct the same work at the BBC Proms 
                (see 
review). 
                The latter’s much-fêted Naxos recording (see 
review) 
                also heralds something of a musical renaissance for the Royal 
                Liverpool Philharmonic, which is playing better today than it 
                has for years. It’s clear from this new Kitaienko disc that 
                the Gürzenich band is also in good shape, and with the help 
                of Cybele AV they’re presented here in glorious, full-bodied 
                Super Audio sound. Petrenko is not so blessed, either on disc 
                or via the Proms relay, but what I wanted to know is how he compares 
                with Kitaienko in terms of overall performance. It turned out 
                to be a most instructive exercise. 
                  
                Lord Byron’s dramatic poem 
Manfred, written between 
                1816 and 1817, is one of the cornerstones of Romanticism. The 
                eponymous hero, tortured by the death of his beloved Astarte, 
                seeks in vain for some kind of redemption. His singleness of purpose 
                is typically Faustian but, unlike the latter, his eventual death 
                is gratefully received. Byron’s lines - remarkable in their 
                emotional range and intensity - make 
Manfred an obvious 
                choice for 19
th-century composers, yet only Schumann 
                and Tchaikovsky took up the challenge. Conductors seem equally 
                reticent - 
Manfred is the least recorded of Tchaikovsky’s 
                symphonies - but thankfully there are fine versions from the likes 
                of Riccardo Muti (EMI) and Mariss Jansons (Chandos). 
                  
                Within seconds it’s obvious that Kitaienko’s 
Manfred 
                is going to be something special. The sheer desolation of that 
                opening phrase has seldom been so keenly felt, that haunting tune 
                destined to return - like a Berliozian 
idée fixe 
                - throughout the symphony. Some may baulk at Kitaienko’s 
                rather slow speeds, but then this is a more spacious reading than 
                most, teasing out all the music’s ravishing details. The 
                deep, wide sound-stage and the pleasing concert hall ambience 
                really help here, the magisterial climax at the end of the first 
                movement blossoming to thrilling effect. This is a very different 
                performance to either of Petrenko’s, both of which strike 
                me as somewhat unrelenting in their forcefulness and drive. Yes, 
                they are exciting, but alongside the dark intensity and Byronic 
                brooding of Kitaienko’s performance they seem curiously 
                one-dimensional. 
                  
                Make no mistake, Kitaienko is alive to the changing moods and 
                textures of this work, the scurrying figures of the second movement 
                as light and airy as one could wish for, the bright flutes and 
                harp flourishes especially well caught. All too often 
Manfred 
                can seem like a series of discrete 
tableaux, but in Kitaienko’s 
                hands there’s a strong narrative, a dramatic coherence, 
                that is most welcome. Indeed, the 
longueurs that afflict 
                even the best performances of 
Manfred are entirely absent 
                here, the mind and ear constantly surprised and delighted by what 
                unfolds. There’s little of that sense of discovery with 
                Petrenko, whose thrust and thrill approach tends to miss some 
                of the the shifts and shades of this score. 
                  
                The third movement is surely the most balletic, Kitaienko infusing 
                the opening bars with a gentle lift and elegance that is most 
                beguiling. The Gürzenich band respond with playing of great 
                refinement, the climaxes carefully paced and scaled in a reading 
                that seems so much better proportioned and more sensibly weighted 
                than usual. Really, this is a deeply penetrating performance, 
                the characterful, beautifully blended wind playing at the end 
                of this movement encapsulating everything that is so admirable 
                about this disc. Try as I might, I simply cannot engage with Petrenko 
                here, even though the RLPO play their hearts out for him. And 
                anyone watching the televised Prom will see from the players’ 
                body language that he really has energised this orchestra. 
                  
                The fourth movement - also the longest - is usually the one where 
                I’m likely to ‘wool gather’ - to use Forster’s 
                phrase - but thankfully Kitaienko has the orchestra on a very 
                tight rein. The brass and percussion are simply splendid, the 
                growing tension more palpable than I’ve heard in ages. As 
                for the mighty tam-tam and bass drum they emerge with a clarity 
                and impact one seldom hears in the concert hall. It’s thrilling 
                stuff, yet there’s no denying the profound sense of melancholy 
                that lurks just beneath the surface - epitomised by the reprise 
                of that opening motif - and that’s one element I don’t 
                hear enough of in Petrenko’s readings. And just in case 
                you think Kitaienko is 
too introspective, try the orchestral 
                earthquake that strikes at 9:58. 
                  
                Now there’s one aspect of this performance that will polarise 
                opinion, and that’s the organ in the work’s closing 
                pages. At the Prom Petrenko has the Albert Hall organ at his disposal 
                - and what a glorious sound it makes - but Tchaikovsky originally 
                scored the passage for the more discreet harmonium. I suppose 
                we ought to be grateful that wheezy old relic isn’t used 
                here any more, but listening to the much more restrained Kölner 
                Philharmonie organ I’m persuaded this is the weight and 
                blend of sound Tchaikovsky had in mind. After all, this isn’t 
                the Saint-Saëns 
Organ Symphony, nor is it an ode by 
                Klopstock. For the Romantic hero ‘half in love with easeful 
                death’ this is no blazing apotheosis, but an end that’s 
                gratefully acknowledged and nobly borne. This music has seldom 
                sounded so moving, Kitaienko gauging the valedictory mood with 
                great sensitivity and style. 
                  
                All too rarely one hears performances that challenge convention 
                and old favourites alike. This 
Manfred is one of them, 
                outshining Petrenko - and others - at every turn. As for the Gürzenich 
                orchestra, they play with a passion and polish that wouldn’t 
                disgrace a top-flight international band. Couple that with a fresh, 
                invigorating take on a hoary old favourite and yes, you have a 
                
Manfred to die for. 
                  
                
Dan Morgan