Per NØRGÅRD (b. 1932)
          Symphony No. 4 (1981) [19:38]
          Symphony No. 5 (1987-1990, rev. 1991) [36:14]
          Oslo Philharmonic/John Storgårds
          rec. 1-5 June 2015, Oslo Opera House rehearsal room (4); 25-28 May 2015, 
          Oslo Konserthus (5)
          DACAPO 6.220646 SACD [55:52]
         Per Nørgård didn’t so much swim into my ken as break 
          down the door with his tragic and excoriating opera Der göttliche 
          Tivoli; indeed, that Dacapo release was one of my picks for 2010 
          (review). 
          After that came the ‘tantalising tone-feasts’ of A Light 
          Hour, which finds the composer in a much more relaxed and accessible 
          mood (review). 
          However, the best was still to come: resplendent readings of the First 
          and Eighth symphonies with Sakari Oramo and the Wiener Philharmoniker. 
          Really, I had no choice but to make that one of my Recordings of 
          the Year for 2014 (review).
          
          Given that Nørgård’s eight symphonies offer music of such strength 
          and quality it’s surprising that there are so few recordings of 
          these works in the catalogue. Happily, those that we do have are excellent. 
          I’m referring to Leif Segerstam’s Chandos traversal – 
          Nos. 1 to 5 – to which must be added Thomas Dausgaard’s 
          Seventh (Dacapo 6.220547) and, of course, Oramo’s First and Eighth. 
          Segerstam’s coupling of the Fourth and Fifth – recorded 
          with the Danish National Radio Symphony Orchestra in 1996 – is 
          my default comparative here (CHAN9533).
          
          I first encountered the Finnish conductor John Storgårds in Kalevi Aho’s 
          Symphony No. 12 ‘Luosto‘, premiered on a mountainside in 
          Lapland; as it happens that was one of my Recordings of the Year 
          in 2008 (review). 
          Storgårds has stayed true to his Nordic roots with more Aho (review) 
          and, most recently, the symphonies of Nielsen 
          and Sibelius. In his booklet essay he traces his relationship with Nørgård’s 
          music back to a Finnish music festival in 1999, when he was still a 
          violinist. As a conductor he went on to commission and premiere the 
          Eighth Symphony; he also introduced the Seventh to Britain at the BBC 
          Proms in 2012. Storgårds and the Oslo Phil have just recorded Nos. 2 
          and 6, which I hope to review soon (6.220645).
          
          I’ve already mentioned that extraordinary opera, Der göttliche 
          Tivoli, which focuses on the fractured genius of Adolf Wölfli (1864-1930), 
          a Swiss artist who spent most of his life in a mental hospital. As the 
          ever-reliable and engaging Jens Cornelius points out in his liner-notes, 
          that multi-talented outsider’s life and work made a profound impression 
          on Nørgård; indeed, the two movements of the Fourth Symphony – 
          Indian Rose Garden and Chinese Witch Lake - are taken 
          from a piece that Wölfli planned but never realised.
          
          The gong-drenched start to No. 4 couldn’t be further from clichéd 
          orientalism; indeed, there’s a haunted quality to the writing 
          that’s both immersive and unsettling. The superb recording makes 
          the most of Nørgård’s iridescent colours and transparent textures 
          – both the CD and Super Audio layers sound magnificent – 
          and Storgårds proves himself a steady guide. But it’s Nørgård’s 
          knack of blending accessibility with substance that’s impressed 
          me most. Newcomers have nothing to fear and old hands will just be grateful 
          to have this music presented in such an accomplished way.
          
          The wild second movement brings to mind Jón Leifs and Anders Hillborg 
          at their implosive best. Nørgård’s judicious but telling use of 
          pounding drums and braying brass is both intoxicating and intense; whether 
          louring, sliding, stuttering or just fading to black this is ear-tweaking 
          stuff, expertly played, directed and recorded. I was so taken with this 
          performance that I listened to it repeatedly, each time revelling in 
          its strange, elemental beauty. It’s a short piece – it plays 
          for less than 20 minutes – and that certainly helps to sustain 
          tension and interest.
          
          Nørgård’s Fifth has a more concentrated narrative, yet even here 
          there’s much to please the ear and engage the brain. For me the 
          first movement, Moderato – piú allegro, is Mahler viewed 
          through a dark, distorting lens. It’s most disconcerting, this 
          transmogrification, but that’s just one fascinating aspect of 
          this multi-faceted score. Colour and rhythm are king, and the careening 
          vitality of this music is well caught by players and engineers alike. 
          Surprisingly, the Allegro feroce isn’t as daunting as 
          one might expect. Pithy as ever, Nørgård delivers snatches of rhythm 
          and melody, fleeting glimpses of other places and other times. In short, 
          this is music with a history, not a piece conceived in self-absorbed 
          isolation.
          
          Sceptics might be tempted to say they have heard it all before; in outline, 
          yes, but there’s a very human and beguiling hand at work here; 
          so much so that even those generally allergic to such uncompromising 
          repertoire will be drawn to Nørgård’s intriguing trajectories. 
          And what a curious, rather desiccated Andante this is, yet 
          strangely redolent of something much fuller and richer. Again I can’t 
          shake memories of Mahler, whose angst and sudden eloquence never seem 
          too far away. As for the Allegro robusto it’s another 
          of those sense-sating swirls of contrasting rhythms and sonorities. 
          Storgårds is firmly in control and the Oslo Phil play with commitment 
          and energy throughout.
          
          How do Segerstam and his orchestra compare in these two symphonies? 
          For a start that rose garden is less evocative, and that drains the 
          music of some scent and colour. That said, the more lyrical pages are 
          beautifully done. And even though he’s gnarlier in the second 
          movement Segerstam doesn’t arrest and startle the listener in 
          the way that Storgårds does. I suspect that has quite a lot to do with 
          Chandos’s soft-edged sound, which isn’t as strongly etched 
          as Dacapo’s. Still, there’s no denying the thought and thrust 
          of Segerstam’s reading; indeed, some may find his considered view 
          of this symphony more congenial than Storgårds’ rather volatile 
          one.
          
          The same applies to Segerstam’s account of the Fifth, although 
          one could argue – with some justification – that he is more 
          reflective and, yes, more symphonic than Storgårds here. Both 
          conductors are compelling though, albeit in very different ways. For 
          instance, under Segerstam those Mahlerian echoes aren’t quite 
          so strong, but then his low-key approach pays dividends when it comes 
          to overall shape and structure. Should you ‘upgrade’ to 
          Storgårds? Initially I would have said yes, but listening to Segerstam 
          again made me hesitate. Play it safe: get both.
          
          John Storgårds makes a strong case for these symphonies; the recording 
          is among Dacapo’s best.
          
          Dan Morgan
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