If James MacMillan’s second symphony, 
        ‘Vigil’, had been a conspicuously religious work, dealing with the central 
        metaphors of lightness and darkness, birth and rebirth, his third symphony, 
        ‘Silence’, the title being taken from Shusako Endo’s novel of the same 
        name, takes a more panoramic view where the physical spaciousness of silence 
        is recalled as an overt religious rite. Endo’s novel had examined the 
        theory that behind the great tragedies, torture and genocide of the century 
        "God remains with folded arms, silent". MacMillan’s symphony 
        answers that in music that is both profoundly unsettling as well as ominously 
        restful.  
        
        Written in a single, 35 minute 
          movement, it is arguable that behind the wider synthesis of the work 
          is a certain lack of coherence: yet, just as MacMillan inserts a physical 
          bar of silence at both the beginning and end of the symphony (rather 
          than rest marks to suggest it) it is the very insertion of these bars 
          throughout the symphony that gives it the scope of a symphonic work, 
          the illusion that it something it is perhaps not. There is a Beethovenian 
          sense of struggle around the work’s big central climax – which itself 
          collapses into silence – just as there is a similar culmination to the 
          wild scherzo - lacerating brutality that precipitates the awe of stillness. 
          If the opening – a cor anglais solo over doubled cello harmonics - suggests 
          the opening of Tristan then the end of the work with aspirate 
          horns suggests the opening of Rhinegold, a moment that recalls 
          the passion of renewal and hope. 
        
        Musically, ‘Silence’ can be quite 
          striking sonically. Climaxes are never congested, the sign that a skilled 
          orchestrator is at work, and its influences stretch from both western 
          to eastern. The deep droning of combined contra-bassoons, double basses 
          and contra-bass-clarinet aptly contrast with the use of plucked piano 
          strings, plucked harps and sliding microtonal strings to suggest a Japanese 
          soundworld. Marimbas, gongs and a thundersheet progress the allusion 
          to a far eastern philosophy. Expansive percussion create a nether world 
          of Varesian drama, reminiscent of his apocalyptic Ameriques. 
          Yet, what is so striking about the work, at least on a first hearing, 
          is its clearly defined sense of contrast. Desolation and emptiness grow 
          organically into hope and rebirth lending us to believe that the central 
          premise of Endo’s book is not one that MacMillan himself determines 
          to be a universal Catholic truth. 
        
        The BBC Philharmonic, under the 
          direction of the composer, gave a beautifully controlled performance, 
          both skilled and dedicated.
        
        Not quite the same level of interest 
          was generated by the two other works which filled out this concert. 
          Strauss’ Vier Letze Lieder, sung by the Italian soprano 
          Barbara Frittoli, were curiously soul-less, the voice undeniably beautiful 
          but unwilling to commit to the greater understanding of Strauss’ last 
          completed – and death-haunted – work. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, heroically 
          played by an on-form BBC Philharmonic, generated sufficient excitement 
          under the baton of Gianandrea Noseda but was neither revelatory nor 
          especially subtle.
        
        Marc Bridle