Claudio Abbado’s Lucerne Mahler performances have become a legend 
                  in their own lifetime. Rightly so, as the conductor and his 
                  hand-picked orchestra are probably the most accomplished musical 
                  partnership on the planet. The cycle is not yet complete and 
                  already Euroarts has released a box set of Symphonies 1-7 on 
                  Blu-ray. The latter has the benefit of high-definition visuals 
                  and sound, but the cheaper DVDs are of the highest quality too. 
                  The camerawork in this series is a model of its kind - discreet 
                  and unfussy - and the lack of ‘bonus’ tracks is a plus as far 
                  as I’m concerned. The recent reissue of the Mahler 5 with an 
                  introductory video – review 
                  – is a case in point; such add-ons rarely add much value. 
                  
                  The disc starts with the Rückert-Lieder, sung by the 
                  white-gowned mezzo Magdalena Kožená. Hers is a light voice, 
                  pure of line and capable of some lovely floated notes. In Liebst 
                  du um Schönheit she adopts a slightly hectoring style, complete 
                  with widened eyes, that’s a tad distracting. Predictably, though, 
                  the Lucerners sound splendid in this most luminous of scores; 
                  as for maestro Abbado, his gestures are as economical as ever. 
                  The burbling start to Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder 
                  is nicely done, but Kožená’s pale tones – some might call them 
                  colourless – are clearly an acquired taste. In Um Mitternacht, 
                  especially, one longs for the subtle shading of Baker or 
                  Ludwig; that said, Kožená sounds more sheerly beautiful than 
                  either. 
                  
                  And that’s my only quibble; there’s a heightened sensitivity 
                  in Mahler’s score, where even the smallest change of colour 
                  or dynamic is freighted with intent, and that surely requires 
                  an equally subtle and nuanced vocalist. That said, Kožená’s 
                  Ich atmet’ einen linden Duft has a limpid beauty that, 
                  like Rückert’s scent of love, is impossible to resist. As for 
                  Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen it’s the orchestra 
                  that catches one’s ear, this fragile music appearing to tremble 
                  on the very edge of extinction. Here it’s indescribably beautiful, 
                  a deep spell that’s only broken after a long, appreciative silence. 
                  What a relief, no oiks screeching ‘bravo’ on the last note. 
                  
                  
                  Before we launch into the Fourth Symphony, I must confess to 
                  some trepidation. There’s no doubt Abbado’s Lucerne Mahler is 
                  as good as it’s ever likely to get, but there have been times 
                  when I’ve wondered whether this maestro’s own battle with mortality 
                  overloads the music. The Fifth and later symphonies can take 
                  that extra weight, but I’m not sure the earlier, so-called Wunderhorn 
                  ones, can do the same. The Fourth certainly benefits from a 
                  lightness of touch, its aerated textures especially suited to 
                  a virtuoso band such as this. Indeed, the ‘hear-through’ sound 
                  of the Rückert -Lieder bodes well for what follows. 
                  
                  And so it proves, the opening of the first movement as sun-flecked 
                  and easygoing as one could wish for. It’s all played pretty 
                  straight, without that self-indulgent swoop and swoon that so 
                  easily disrupts the Mahlerian line. There’s also an almost forensic 
                  quality to the sound that trumps most CDs of this work, so I 
                  can only wonder at the improvement high-res Blu-rays claim to 
                  offer. In PCM stereo at least the soundstage is both deep and 
                  broad, timps crisp and authoritative, massed strings bright 
                  without ever being steely. 
                  
                  Abbado isn’t inclined to dawdle, the end of this movement sounding 
                  as clear-eyed and emphatic as ever. The ‘wie an Fiedel’ of the 
                  Totentanz movement may not be as unsettling as some, 
                  but it’s still superbly done, plucked strings – like the video 
                  picture – pin-sharp throughout. Indeed, Abbado’s no-nonsense 
                  reading reminds me of Klaus Tennstedt’s BBC Legends Mahler First, 
                  which also benefits enormously from a taut, unsentimental approach 
                  (review). 
                  Shorn of excess, Mahler’s chamber-like scoring is laid bare 
                  in the most natural and convincing way, so much so that one 
                  seems to be hearing these familiar scores as if for the first 
                  time. Just sample that nodal point at 46:55, where the music 
                  broadens naturally, without recourse to unnecessary pauses or 
                  exaggerated phrasing. 
                  
                  But it’s the adagio that s most captivating, the Lucerners infusing 
                  this music with a penetrating warmth; it’s a remarkable sleight 
                  of hand, for rhythms are neither sluggish nor the mood dewy-eyed. 
                  It’s a seamless performance, the tiniest of details heard as 
                  never before; the music-making is little short of superhuman, 
                  but it certainly isn’t short of emotional intensity, the final 
                  peroration and postlude – if one can all it that – as magnificent 
                  as I’ve ever heard them. And just when I’ve run out of superlatives 
                  there’s the child-heaven finale, with Kožená in silvery voice. 
                  She’s always clear and crisp, which dovetails nicely with Abbado’s 
                  brightly-lit uplands; but, and it’s a very small but, I did 
                  find this movement a little lacking in charm. 
                  
                  I cannot end on a caveat; this is an impressive disc, a high 
                  water mark in the history of Mahler recordings in general and 
                  this symphony in particular. Refreshing, renewing, remarkable 
                  – a must-have for all Mahlerians. 
                  
                  Dan Morgan 
                Masterwork Index: Rückert-Lieder  Symphony 
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