The National Youth Orchestra of Great Britain found 
          themselves sitting on the Royal Albert Hall stage on what was one of 
          the hottest nights of recent summers, facing an opening work in Messiaen’s 
          early (1930) Les offrandes oubliées, that commences, somewhat 
          dauntingly in the circumstances, with subdued mysticism. A series of 
          hushed, slow moving chord progressions, marked Très lent, 
          reveal their early chronology by the unmistakeable presence of Debussy, 
          yet simultaneously succeed in pointing forward to the mature Messiaen 
          that was soon to manifest itself. Judging by the care taken in tuning 
          up, the orchestra were clearly very much aware of the havoc such tropical 
          temperatures can wreak with intonation, yet the immediate atmosphere 
          of the opening bars revealed that any such early concerns would soon 
          be forgotten. If Messiaen’s central depiction of the sins of humanity 
          lacked a little punch early on Tortelier soon wound the tension up before 
          a sublime final movement, "Extrêmement lent", 
          the seamless transition of woodwind to strings, a short way in, handled 
          with magical sensitivity. 
        
        It was fitting that Berlioz’s 
          Harold in Italy should feature one of the rising stars of the 
          viola, Radio Three New Generation Artist, Lawrence Power, already a 
          musician with an international reputation and an established performer 
          with the Nash Ensemble. The beauty of his tone was evident from the 
          opening entry, as was a seemingly conscious sense of restraint that 
          whilst often admirable just occasionally seemed to withdraw a little 
          too far. Tortelier’s command over the orchestra on the other hand was 
          reciprocated with an evident sense of respect from the players, controlled 
          yet with the joie de vivre and freshness that we come to expect from 
          a youth orchestra that achieves a degree of consistency from year to 
          year that can defy belief. The second movement March of the Pilgrims 
          was pulled off with telling delicacy whilst in complete contrast Tortelier’s 
          masterful pacing of the final movement gave the final paragraphs tremendous 
          potency.
        
        A similar sense of pacing and 
          architectural control were in evidence in Prokofiev’s rigorously structured 
          Fifth Symphony, allied with impressive attention to detail that can 
          only come from painstaking rehearsal. The ebb and flow of the opening 
          first movement was realised with maturity far beyond the tender years 
          of the players, the heroic coda thrillingly paced. The occasional stamp 
          from the podium, that was clearly audible even from well back in the 
          stalls, could be forgiven as Tortelier clearly enjoyed himself as much 
          as the players. Both the wit and sinister elements of the Romeo and 
          Juliet inspired scherzo were evident in equal measure and although 
          the ensemble in the final Allegro giocoso may not always have 
          been perfect the infectious spirit of the playing came through to the 
          last. All in all music making with a feel good factor that many a top 
          flight orchestra will do well to emulate during the course of the season. 
          
        
        Finally, as Prom audiences are 
          justifiably lambasted by critics and music lovers alike for their ill 
          timed applause and apparent total lack of respect for others in the 
          audience, let alone the musicians on the stage (I would suggest reading 
          Melanie Eskenazi’s review of Prom 
          12 for more on this subject) it would 
          be wrong of me not to comment on an audience that was impeccably behaved. 
          This was my first Prom of the season and as the closing resonances of 
          each movement sounded I found myself stiffening in anticipation of the 
          barrage that never came. Had the NYO attracted a more educated audience 
          perhaps? Well, no doubt the heat had kept some away as the hall was 
          not as full as would have been expected but there were of course the 
          usual healthy number of family members and friends present to support 
          the players in force. Enthusiasm there was in abundance as testified 
          by the cheers that rung round the hall at the conclusion of the Prokofiev, 
          yet the silence between movements was gratifying to the degree that 
          it was not only the temperature that contributed to the warmth of a 
          satisfyingly complete concert experience. 
        
        Christopher Thomas