The BBC Proms 2003 kicked off 
          with a brisk account of Shostakovich’s witty Festive Overture 
          (1954) with Leonard Slatkin drawing energetic playing from the BBC Symphony 
          Orchestra. Admittedly lightweight Shostakovich, this performance had 
          an English accent, sounding curiously like a blend of William Walton 
          and Eric Coates (which may have reflected this conductor’s preoccupation 
          with performing British music).
        
          A mere ‘veteran’ of 20 years old, Lang Lang has 
          had a long association with Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto Number One 
          in B flat minor. I heard Lang 
          Lang play the work with the LPO under 
          Eschenbach (May 2002) and found it a total revelation and could not 
          imagine it being played with greater vivacity, lyricism and over-all 
          panache. This Prom performance proved me wrong: the intervening year 
          has, if anything, increased the dynamic range and intensified the emotion 
          and passion of his interpretation. Speaking of the work, Lang Lang stated 
          in a BBC interview: "This piece is quite revolutionary…I heard 
          this piece when I was two…". Lang Lang started playing this 
          piece when he was nine, giving his first public performance aged twelve 
          in Beijing. His big break came via a last–minute substitution for Andre 
          Watts at the Ravinia Festival’s ‘Gala of the Century’ playing the Tchaikovsky 
          concerto with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and it was this performance 
          which won him international recognition (see Editor’s note 
          below).
        
        Lang Lang’s idiosyncratic, risk-taking 
          interpretation of the first movement Allegro was fortunately 
          unimpeded by Slatkin’s sometimes sluggish and laboured conducting. Lang 
          Lang generated great nervous tension by playing with extreme dynamics 
          of sound and shifts of mood, from the high-powered crescendi to the 
          more intimate reflective passages. The somewhat detached BBC SO sounded 
          like mere back- ground music, lacking the drama, poetry and passion 
          coming from the piano.
        
        Slatkin and the BBC SO were more 
          in tune and touch with their soloist in the Andantino. Here Lang 
          Lang’s incandescent playing took on an extraordinary delicacy; poetic, 
          subtle and subdued one second; fleeting and buoyantly floating the next. 
          This was Lang Lang at his greatest and most inspired.
        
        With conductor and orchestra more 
          focused and less laboured, Lang Lang took on a joyful playfulness in 
          the closing Allegro playing with a dancing lilt, with the pianist 
          clearly enjoying the experience, miming the music as if he was singing 
          the notes. In the closing passages his playing took on the white heat 
          of an improvising jazz pianist. This was a ‘revolutionary’ rendition 
          of a great concert favourite which had the audience in raptures.
        
        Slatkin and the BBC SO were much 
          more committed and responsive to their main offering of the evening: 
          Sergey Prokofiev’s Ivan the Terrible Op. 116 (1942-5) concert 
          oratorio, performed for the first time at the Proms.
        
        This work was a synthesis of the 
          three hour score written in collaboration with Sergei Eisenstein for 
          the latter’s monumental history of the reign of Ivan 1V, ‘The Terrible’. 
          In order to explain the progression of the work, Prokofiev uses the 
          somewhat clumsy device of a Narrator – representing Ivan himself. This 
          calls on an actor to give a running commentary on the piece, plus a 
          plotted performance of Ivan - no mean task. 
         
        Simon Russell Beale is one of 
          our finest classical actors, but in his capacity as narrator he sounded 
          absurdly out of place with his somewhat pompous Oxbridge accent. This 
          was even more pronounced when compared with the magnificent singing 
          of the choruses, in impeccable Russian, which acted as a unifying thread 
          throughout the work. His schoolmaster-like lectures to explain the plot 
          were totally unnecessary and tended to break the flow of the music. 
          It seemed patronising to use a narrator since everything we need to 
          know is in the music. Programme notes would have sufficed for the nuts 
          and bolts explanations. 
        
        Irina Tchistyakova, in the role 
          of Ivan’s nurse, sang the lullaby Ocean Sea with tenderness and 
          great expression, and later excelled in the more sinister lullaby sung 
          by the Tsar’s scheming, murderous aunt Yefrosinia Staritskaya, recounting 
          the story of the black Beaver.
        
        In Long Live the Tsar, 
          Russell Beal’s theatrical cry of "The Tsar is bewitched! The 
          Tsar is bewitched!’ sounded as if it came straight out of a Monty 
          Python sketch, whilst Slatkin exhorted his players to perform with great 
          panache in The Holy Fool, excelling themselves with dark raucous 
          brass and pointed percussion.
        
        The choruses produced sweet, haunting 
          singing in the Glorification, with sensitive support from flute 
          and harp, whilst the change of mood to The Tartars allowed 
          the full percussion section to play with threatening menace, and in 
          To Kazani the martial tubas had a sinister, doom-laden quality. 
          The most poignant moment of the oratorio was the ‘Tartar’s Steppes’ 
          melody sublimely and softly sung by the women’s Chorus. 
        
        In Slatkin’s conducting of Fyodor 
          Basmanov’s Song, bass-baritone James Rutherford, in the role of 
          Ivan’s favourite bodyguard, was placed at the back of the orchestra, 
          making little impact in the song glorifying the destruction of the Boyars. 
          The male chorus, egged on by him, revelled in the bloody destruction 
          of the former ruling class, and this was followed by The Dance of 
          the Oprichniks, a drunken gopak, rhythmically taut and menacing 
          with shrill whistles, heavily pounded piano and jagged percussion and 
          brass.
        
        The highlight of the Finale 
          was the exquisite singing of the chorus’ entreaty to Ivan to come back 
          to Moscow, with trombones punctuating the hushed pleas of the singers. 
          The work ended with Ivan vowing to accomplish great things, once more 
          promising to rebuild Russia ‘Over the bones of our enemies’, a strong 
          and fitting climax to the work.
        
        This concert augured well for 
          the further celebrations to come in this season’s Proms in this centenary 
          year of Prokofiev’s birth.
        
        Alex Russell
        
        Editor adds: Having recently 
          been sent for review Lang Lang’s new recording of Tchaikovsky’s First 
          Piano Concerto with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and Daniel Barenboim 
          (DG 474 291-2) I wondered what type of performance we would get of this 
          War Horse at this first concert of the Prom season. The CD struck me 
          on first hearing as having been a performance more manipulated, in terms 
          of balance and rubato, by the conductor rather than the pianist (Barenboim 
          himself having made a live recording – of some stature, I should add 
          – with Celibidache that suffers from similar distortions) but Lang Lang’s 
          Prom performance now confirms this not to be case. I disagree with AR 
          about this performance markedly – it was much less prismatic in colouring 
          than I’ve previously heard from him (with Eschenbach, for example), 
          less dynamically secure, with some wayward pedal control, and tension 
          was not always dramatically sustained with some obtrusive rubato notable 
          - but not exclusively – in the cadenza and throughout long stretches 
          of the opening movement. Just as Barenboim and his Chicagoans on disc 
          seemed unconvinced by Lang Lang’s less than judicious phrasing so did 
          Slatkin and the BBC SO. The technique may be almost flawless, but the 
          pianist’s conception of this piece is much less so. (MB)
        
        Lang Lang in interview.