
          This concert, Joshua Bell’s London debut as Music Director of the ASMF, 
          had the hallmarks of an interesting meeting of minds – and so it proved, 
          with the synergy between soloist and orchestra palpable. Even if Bell’s 
          conducting technique leaves a lot to be desired (rarely, if ever, do 
          we get a down beat, for example) the sheer vibrancy of the performances 
          demonstrated a real security of musicianship. Using largely his body, 
          and swaying like a metronome, he enticed from his 17 string players 
          (and single harpsicordist) a richness of sound in both the Bach A minor 
          and Haydn C major violin concertos that belied the orchestra’s size 
          (even in this acoustic).
        
        The Bach opened with considerable 
          panache, although Bell’s often electrifying solo line was blemished 
          by some unusually coarse bow-against-string phrasing. Despite that, 
          the Vivaldian glow of this work, with its florid writing for the solo 
          violin, emerged largely as it should, and in the central andante, Bell 
          encouraged the orchestra to play with a refinement of touch that matched 
          his own poetic tone. The infectiousness of the jig-like allegro reminded 
          us how virtuosic Bach’s concertos are.
        
        Haydn’s C major concerto benefited 
          from a similar beauty of timbre, even if the work is singularly lacking 
          in intensity. Bell emblazoned the opening movement with an incandescent 
          brightness of tone, although perhaps using his own highly charged cadenza 
          somewhat over gilded the lily. Nevertheless, it proved a rousing, if 
          unmonumental, close to the first half of this concert.
        
        Schubert’s great D minor Quartet, 
          orchestrated by Mahler, framed the final half – and it was given a fabulous 
          performance, as anguished as any I have heard in this orchestration. 
          Whilst it is possible to argue that Mahler’s orchestration robs the 
          work of its inherent intimacy (and this is after all one of Schubert’s 
          most highly personal inspirations, ‘Imagine a man whose health will 
          never be right again, and who, in sheer despair over this, even makes 
          things worse and worse…’, he wrote in 1824) it is also possible to argue 
          that the projection of Schubert’s volatile string writing benefits from 
          the broader sonorities, and dynamics, of the orchestration. Bell’s and 
          the ASMF’s performance displayed no lack of soullessness, nor reduced 
          the scale of the terror of sombre resignation so inherent in the work’s 
          opening two movements. Indeed, with metrical freedom apparent throughout 
          the performance the range of emotions was exemplarily defined. 
        
        Marc Bridle