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			Toru TAKEMITSU (1930-1996) 
  From me flows what you call time (1990)* [34:22] 
  Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH (1906-1975) 
              Symphony No. 5 in D minor, Op. 47 (1937) [51:10] 
             
            Raphael Haeger, Simon Rössler, Franz Schindlbeck, Jan Schlichte, Wieland Welzel (percussion)* 
  Berliner Philharmoniker/Yutaka Sado
 
			rec. live, 20 May 2011, Philharmonie, Berlin 
  Bonus: interview with the conductor [16:00] 
  Director: Michael Beyer 
  Picture: 16:9/1080i Full HD 
  Sound: PCM stereo, dts-HD Master Audio 5.1 
  Region: all (worldwide) 
              Subtitles: English, Japanese (bonus) 
                
              EUROARTS 2058744   
              [91:00 + 16:00]  
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                  The sobering sticker on both the Blu-ray and DVD indicates that 
                  by purchasing these discs you are supporting victims of the 
                  Japanese earthquake and tsunami. So in this spirit of global 
                  solidarity it’s appropriate to preface the Shostakovich with 
                  a piece by Toru Takemitsu, a composer whose music fuses east 
                  and west so successfully. On the podium is Kyoto-born Yutaka 
                  Sado, who’s new to me, so I was disappointed to find no biography 
                  – however brief – in the booklet. That said, a quick Google 
                  reveals he is a protégé of Seiji Ozawa, and that this concert 
                  marked his Berlin debut. 
                    
                  For this review I’ve watched both the Blu-ray and the DVD, as 
                  I was keen to see how they compare in terms of picture and sonics. 
                  I’ve certainly extolled the virtues of the newer format, the 
                  high-definition sound of which is generally superior to that 
                  of the older one; I’m hedging my bets here, as I’ve discovered 
                  some DVDs are quite good in technical terms, and that a worrying 
                  number of Blu-rays are rather mediocre. And given that the latter 
                  sells at a premium over the equivalent DVD – typically 20% – 
                  that just isn’t good enough. Naturally the music is the priority 
                  here, but at least I can now compare two identical performances 
                  and determine, in this case at least, whether Blu-ray really 
                  is worth the extra outlay. 
                    
                  From me flows what you call time, based on a poem by 
                  the Japanese poet Makota Doka, has a strong visual element that 
                  really comes to life on video; the five percussionists, who 
                  make their way on to the stage as the piece begins, are dressed 
                  in red (fire), blue (water), green (wind), yellow (earth) and 
                  white (sky), the long ribbons to the left and right of the orchestra 
                  representing the colours of the Tibetan flag. These vibrant, 
                  eye-catching tones are complemented most beautifully by the 
                  ear-catching ones produced by this exotic array of instruments. 
                    
                  Anyone remotely familiar with this composer’s œuvre 
                  will recognise those rhythmic cells and subtly alternating sonorities, 
                  the work beginning with a solo flute melody of Debussian languor 
                  and loveliness. The dialogues between soloists – which seem 
                  like improvisation at times – are fascinating to watch, their 
                  sometimes unearthly timbres well caught by the engineers. It 
                  certainly doesn’t feel like a half-hour piece, such is the level 
                  of invention and interest, and I was surprised at how intensely 
                  moving it all is. Deeply satisfying, this is a perfect introduction 
                  to Takemitsu’s engrossing sound world. 
                    
                  I’d recommend a break at this point, as the profound sense of 
                  communion is apt to linger for quite some time. And one has 
                  to remember the tragic context in which this performance was 
                  given. The context of Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony – ‘an artist’s 
                  reply to just criticism’ – is well documented, as is the debate 
                  about what the composer actually ‘says’ here. Watching the DVD 
                  of Leonard Bernstein’s performance with the LSO in 1966 – review 
                  – leaves one in little doubt about the latter; indeed, Lenny 
                  gives a blistering account of the finale that’s almost without 
                  peer. I say ‘almost’ because there are a number of fine performances 
                  on CD, although Bernstein leads the field on DVD. On Blu-ray 
                  there’s a version I’ve yet to see, from Michael Tilson Thomas 
                  and his San Francisco band. And that’s pretty much it. 
                    
                  Seconds into the Moderato and it seems this is to be a cool, 
                  rather urbane reading, in which Sado tends to ‘parenthesise’ 
                  musical phrases – a habit I’ve noticed with Ozawa – whereas 
                  Bernstein and others achieve a compelling seamlessness throughout. 
                  There’s little of the tic under the skin that one often hears 
                  at this stage, and I began to wonder if this would be yet another 
                  run-through of an oft-played symphony. Then, without warning, 
                  that swaggering march tune arrives and the mask of urbanity 
                  slips. Goodness, the Berliners really let rip here, the brass 
                  especially taunting. Even more telling is the return of that 
                  rocking tune, as spectral as I’ve ever heard it, summoning the 
                  legion of ghosts that haunt these symphonies. 
                    
                  At the start of the second movement Sado’s exaggerated phrasing 
                  signals a bit of japery. More than most, Shostakovich must have 
                  known when it was politic to play the Fool; and what a motley 
                  display this is, that bucolic fiddle tune – so Mahlerian – deliciously 
                  done, those parting timp shots the musical equivalent of an 
                  exeunt omnes. After that public display comes a very 
                  private one, the Largo a searching soliloquy that peaks in anguished 
                  string writing of extraordinary reach and power. The Berliners 
                  are sans pareil here, the xylophone sounding even more 
                  like a string being tuned to breaking point. The air of resignation 
                  at the close is unmistakable, that rapt quietude all the more 
                  poignant in the light of what’s to come. 
                    
                  Few convey the lacerating, Lear-like rage of the Allegro 
                  better than Bernstein, whose evocation of a metaphorical ‘blasted 
                  heath’ is as unremitting as it is harrowing. Sado doesn’t maintain 
                  tension quite so well, but the elemental fury of that great 
                  climax is beyond doubt. Aided by fearless dynamics and playing 
                  of superhuman strength, this finale has seldom sounded so gutting 
                  and, paradoxically, so glorious. Little wonder that our perspiring 
                  maestro looks utterly exhausted at the close. 
                    
                  In the 16-minute ‘bonus’ Sado talks about his work with the 
                  Berliners and offers some background on the pieces played. Interestingly, 
                  he refers to Bernstein as ‘my teacher’ and speaks highly of 
                  Lenny’s famous New York recording of the Shostakovich Fifth; 
                  indeed, there are aspects of Sado’s reading that recall the 
                  trim Bernstein of the 1960s rather than the self-indulgent later 
                  years, as typified by that tubby Tokyo performance for CBS. 
                  I was pleased to hear Sado characterise the second movement 
                  as ‘clown-like’, a quality expressed to great effect in this 
                  performance. Otherwise, this is a fairly standard ‘extra’, without 
                  revelations or penetrating insights. 
                    
                  And how does the DVD compare with the Blu-ray? There are some 
                  cosmetic differences – for instance, the menu on the Blu-ray 
                  is more elegant – but otherwise there’s not much in it. True, 
                  the DVD picture is a little soft and ‘flat’, lacking the finely 
                  etched visuals that resolve each string and give the brass an 
                  added gleam. The same analogy applies to the audio; it’s impressive, 
                  but the extra weight and three-dimensionality of Blu-ray – especially 
                  in the finale to the Shostakovich – really does bring one a 
                  step closer to the live event. So, if you have a well set up 
                  Blu-ray system I’d say the premium over DVD is definitely worth 
                  it. 
                    
                  This is a most rewarding disc, and while Sado yields to Bernstein 
                  in the symphony it’s a very close race. But really it’s the 
                  Takemitsu that makes this issue so memorable; not only is it 
                  a work of unusual depth and distinction, it’s also a feast for 
                  even the most jaded palates. 
                    
                  Dan Morgan 
                  http://twitter.com/mahlerei 
                
                          
                 
             
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