Rather like the London Philharmonic’s Beethoven cycle 
          earlier this year the Philharmonia’s has also suffered from the loss 
          of its scheduled conductor – in this case Wolfgang Sawallisch. The replacements 
          – Charles Mackerras for the first two and Marek Janowski 
          for the third – proved in their own ways revelatory, making the indisposition 
          of Sawallisch less regrettable than it might have been. What would have 
          been even more desirable, however, would have been a cycle under the 
          orchestra’s current Music Director, Christoph von Dohnanyi: in the past 
          he has conducted some astonishing Beethoven on the South Bank. 
        
        Mackerras and Janowski approach Beethoven from opposite 
          polar angles, although both it should be said owe something in their 
          interpretations to period practise. If this is more obviously the case 
          with Mackerras who rightly divides his first and second violins (imperative 
          in the Eroica) and uses brass sparingly, neither are slaves to historical 
          performance traditions. Mackerras took a long view of the Eroica, although 
          in doing so some of the natural warmth of the Philharmonia’s string 
          sound became dissipated. Rather than that breadth of sonority this orchestra 
          can bring to Beethoven we had a clearer, leaner sound, perfectly in 
          keeping with Mackerras’ fleet tempi. The string sound was all the more 
          astonishing given that Mackerras had the orchestra play some time after 
          his beat. This meant that the opening E Flat chords had less weight 
          than is usual, and yet the concentration of tone, the intensity of the 
          drama were as ideal as they should be. More impressive was Mackerras’ 
          innate ability to take the work not as an isolationist set of granite 
          blocks but to give genuine expressiveness to the dynamic markings. Forte 
          and fortissimo were distinct in sound. Impressive also was his 
          handling of the Funeral March taken with a measured steadiness. When 
          it came to the vast fugato climax (still one of the greatest things 
          in any symphony) the drama disintegrated more powerfully than in any 
          performance I have recently heard of this symphony live. 
        
        Mackerras’ Beethoven is above all else spontaneous 
          – and the Allegro molto supplied ample evidence of this. His opening 
          performance of the Egmont Overture had these virtues in abundance also, 
          but it ultimately lacked the sheer virility of a Koussevitsky or a young 
          Celibidache. The Egmont needs a firebrand in charge and Mackerras was 
          not quite fired enough.
        
        If Mackerras had given the Philharmonia a leaner string 
          sound then Janowski brought Teutonic weight to their sound. The violins, 
          bunched to the left, played with deeper tone than they had done in the 
          Eroica, but most impressive were cellos and double basses which were 
          sinister in the darkness of tone they displayed. The performance itself 
          was swift, less mannered than one might have expected from Janowski, 
          a conductor schooled in the traditionalist mould. If anything the playing 
          was more impressive than it had been for Mackerras.
        
        Each concert had a concerto thrown in for good measure. 
          Mackerras had Murray Perahia as soloist in Beethoven’s 
          First Piano Concerto. The performance was little short of astonishing 
          with Perahia displaying an elegance and care for dynamic markings which 
          had been sadly lacking in Brendl’s performance of the Emperor concerto 
          with the LSO last month. Perahia’s finger-work was note perfect, his 
          trills glittered and the panache he brought to the long cadenzas was 
          simply stunning. This was great playing by any standards. As if this 
          were not enough, proving that lightening often can strike twice in the 
          same place, Frank Peter Zimmerman’s performance of the Beethoven 
          Violin Concerto was itself a small miracle. The tone was gorgeously 
          sweet, but above all this was a performance which gave the concerto 
          a sublime lyricism. In a work that can often seem over long, notably 
          in the first movement, this was a performance which held the attention. 
          Gripping playing.
        It is likely that Sawallisch will be well enough to 
          complete the cycle later in the year but these concerts beggar the question 
          whether there are conductors of sufficient greatness to undertake a 
          complete cycle with evenly expressed results. Under a single conductor 
          it is unlikely the results would have been quite so impressive as they 
          were. Moreover, one wonders why orchestras see a need for complete Beethoven 
          cycles when there are other cycles less frequently heard such as those 
          of Dvorak or Tchaikovsky.
        
        Marc Bridle