Last year I reviewed a performance of Julian Anderson’s 
          Imagin’d Corners, his first completed work for the CBSO during 
          his tenure as composer in association and a work that the CBSO subsequently 
          took on tour to considerable acclaim, including the 2002 Proms. The 
          Crazed Moon pre-dates Imagin’d Corners by some four years 
          and takes its title from W. B. Yeats, "the moon, crazed through 
          much childbirth/ staggering through the sky". Although very different 
          in character and structure both works share a common opening feature, 
          namely the use of off stage instruments, in Imagin’d Corners 
          the concertante horn group and in The Crazed Moon three trumpets 
          whose distant fanfares emphasise the notes G and E flat, pitches that 
          have an anchoring function throughout the piece. Anderson is a master 
          at drawing the listener into his sound world as is the case here, the 
          predominantly sombre mood of the work stemming from its dedication to 
          a composer friend, Graeme Smith, who died suddenly at the premature 
          age of twenty four and unfolding through its early stages before the 
          material becomes more disjointed but always underpinned by the opening 
          pitches of G and E flat. It would be difficult not to be convinced by 
          Oramo’s committed and persuasive reading of the work although it was 
          Imagin’d Corners that made the more striking impression on me 
          at a first hearing.
        
        Lars Vogt was a sparkling soloist from the opening 
          bars of Ravel’s Piano Concerto in G major, aided by fine individual 
          contributions from the orchestra (particular praise here for principal 
          trumpet Jonathan Holland). Oramo seemed determined to bring out every 
          contrast of the grotesque and the comic in Ravel’s typically brilliant 
          orchestration whilst Vogt’s strikingly clear articulation ensured that 
          there was no detail unheard in the solo part. The central Adagio assai 
          was no less captivating, Vogt enthralling with playing of real delicacy 
          aided by the crystal clear acoustic of the hall. If a couple of the 
          solo orchestral entries in the final Presto could have been a little 
          more sharply characterised the mood as a whole was finely captured in 
          the breathless dash to the conclusion. 
        
        Interestingly I found myself jotting "Rattlesque" 
          in my notebook on a couple of occasions during the performance of Berlioz’s 
          Symphonie Fantastique that occupied the second half of the concert. 
          Conducting without a score Oramo certainly showed the odd gestural similarity 
          to his predecessor but more importantly attacked the music with an enthusiasm 
          that grew more infectious as the performance progressed, showing a natural 
          affinity for Berlioz’s idiosyncratic turn of phrase and melody and clearly 
          seeking to draw to the listener’s attention every dynamic and textural 
          contrast in the composer’s imaginative scoring. If there was a disappointment 
          it was in March to the Scaffold, highly effective, promising 
          and finely played in the stopped horns at the opening but somehow failing 
          to ignite in the blazing march itself. Elsewhere the strings managed 
          to combine supreme elegance with playing of extrovert confidence in 
          the Rêveries and Passions of the opening movement whilst the sense 
          of expectant mystery at the opening of Un bal was palpable. The 
          beautifully evoked summer evening in the country that followed again 
          allowed the strings to shine, although not without a telling contribution 
          from oboe and cor anglais at the opening and it was the woodwind possibly 
          more so than the brass that made the final Songe d’une nuit de Sabbat 
          so memorable, the air thick with menace in the Dies Irae with stunning 
          playing vividly evoking Berlioz’s wailing and stamping ghosts and ghouls. 
          Edge of the seat stuff and a performance that both orchestra and conductor 
          clearly enjoyed as much as the audience.
        
        Christopher Thomas.