Cadogan Hall
Bartók – Divertimento, Sz 113
Mozart – Violin Concerto no.5
in A major, KV 219
Mozart – Rondo in C major, KV
373
Bruckner (arr. Stanislaw
Skrowaczewski) – ‘Adagio’ from String Quintet in F major
Mozart – Symphony no.29 in A
major, KV 201/186a
A disappointing concert, I am
afraid, for which much of the responsibility lay with the conductor, Ben Gernon.
I was initially intrigued by the decidedly unusual performance of Bartók’s Divertimento. To his credit, Gernon
observed the ‘non troppo’ from Bartók’s ‘Allegro non troppo’ marking to the
first movement, though perhaps he observed it a little ‘troppo’. It certainly
felt like the slowest account I had heard. The playing of the Camerata Salzburg
was in its way impressive, the strings really digging in, but offering a sound
that was more generally mitteleuropäisch
than Hungarian. That I did not mind, though my companion was less impressed;
however, as the work progressed, what might at first have seemed refreshingly
different merely sounded inappropriate. The lack of a greater intensity from
and/or a greater body of strings was felt strongly during the slow movement. It
was not that that greater intensity could not be summoned up; it just needed to
be done so more often. When the finale began, I again wondered whether
something less frenetic than usual might actually prove revealing. Despite some
fine solo playing, however, the movement and the work as a whole remained
earthbound.
Nicola Benedetti joined the
orchestra for Mozart’s Fifth Violin Concerto and, as a sort of written-in
encore, the C major Rondo for Violin and Orchestra. The first movement of the concerto
announced a better sense of style. One would, of course, hope so with this
orchestra, although one hardly knows what to expect post-Norringtonisation.
Vibrato, at least, was not eschewed, although it might have been employed more
freely. Benedetti’s Adagio entry
properly disoriented, almost as if an operatic character had awoken. I was less
sure about what followed. At its best, Benedetti’s violin tone was characterful,
whether silvery or bright. However, there were numerous surprising intonational
slips and, more worrying, strange bulgings of phrasing. The movement never
really settled down, and never sounded effortless. Its successor, the Adagio, would have benefited from warmer
orchestra playing; perhaps the Camerata still has ghosts of dated ‘authenticity’
to lay. Both soloist and orchestra had an unfortunate tendency of progressing
from beat to beat, with little sense of a longer line. The music plodded rather
than flowed. More successful was the finale, which proved both warmer of tone
and more connected. A sensible tempo was adopted and, perhaps surprisingly,
given the movement’s structure, there was, if only at times, a greater sense of
dramatic development. The ‘Turkish’ music offered welcome contrast, though not
too much. However, some tricky corners ought to have been more smoothly handled.
The C major Rondo was played with grace, functioning well as an encore,
although there was nothing to challenge players such as Arthur Grumiaux here
either.
In this rather oddly conceived
programme, the second half followed with Stanislaw Skrowaczewski’s arrangement
for string orchestra of the Adagio from Bruckner’s String Quintet. A somewhat
bizarre programme note engaged in ill-expressed special pleading. (A taste: ‘The
work was composed between the Fifth and Sixth Symphonies and so is an example
of Bruckner at full maturity and the Adagio is one of his greatest symphonic
movements and it would be a pity indeed if it languished unperformed because of
purist concerns about playing a single movement out of its context.’) Again,
Gernon conveyed little of the longer line, a failing as damaging to Bruckner as
it is to Mozart. The music progressed from note to note, with the unfortunate
consequence that I began to fear that it would never end. There is no reason at
all why performance of this arrangement should require special pleading; it
just needs a Skrowaczewski to bring it to life, and ideally, a larger body of
strings.
String tone, if not
aggressively ‘period’, was thinner in the A major Symphony than it had been in
the works with violin. (Had, perhaps, inclinations been tempered for Benedetti’s
benefit?) The first movement set the tone for what followed, proving ‘light’ in
a meagre rather than spirited sense. One had a reasonable idea of how it hung
together, but there was little beyond that to the performance. Thinness of tone
was even more of a problem in the slow movement, which at least was not taken
so absurdly fast as has recently become fashionable; as an Andante, it was well judged. Playing was generally alert, though
occasionally scrappy, in the Minuet. The Trio, however, less relaxed than
slumped. It was not a matter of speed, but of lack of tension. Encouragingly,
the finale began in rigorous fashion, with not a little swagger. Alas, it lost
its way soon enough. Mozart remains the sternest test for any conductor – or orchestra,
or soloist. No one passed with flying colours on this occasion.
