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SEEN
AND HEARD CONCERT REVIEW
Mark
Berry
Haydn, The Creation:
Soloists, London Symphony Orchestra and Chorus Sir Colin Davis
(conductor) Barbican Hall,
7.10.2007 (MB)
Sally Matthews (soprano)
Ian Bostridge (tenor)
Dietrich Henschel
(baritone)
London Symphony Chorus
Sir Colin Davis (conductor)
Let there be no beating around the bush: this was a magnificent
performance. I am beginning, or perhaps more than beginning, to run
out of superlatives concerning Sir Colin Davis's music-making with
the London Symphony Orchestra. This was fully the equal, however, of
either of the previous two concerts held in celebration of his
eightieth birthday. It vied in quality with a recording I had
previously thought untouchable, that of
Karajan and the Berlin
Philharmonic in this work. Indeed, were one to combine elements of
both, I believe we should find ourselves but a hair's breadth from
perfection. The additional good news is that the performance was
being recorded.
This was very much Sir Colin's reading, beholden to no school or
orthodoxy. The astonishing 'Representation of Chaos' was played with
a mysterious, veiled quality, not from the strings, who minimised
rather than eschewed vibrato. This we hear far too often nowadays,
or rather we hear it for the wrong reason: on account of some
dubious 'historical' dogma. Here, it was done for good
musico-dramatic reasons,
with sensitive
application of vibrato rather than pseudo-ascetic self-denial. The
creative act removed the veil, engendering orchestral playing that
was sweet yet never cloying, incisive yet never brash, and supremely
well-balanced throughout. As ever with Davis, the woodwind provided
especial delight. (My Seen
and Heard colleague Melanie
Eskenazi recently suggested
that this might have roots in Sir Colin's training as a
clarinettist, and I am
sure this must be true.) Those three flutes at the beginning of the
Third Part of the oratorio truly represented an annunciation of
Paradise. Yet the rest of the orchestra was every bit as good.
Whilst I admire the aforementioned
Karajan recording greatly, I think Davis here had the edge in
terms of careful yet never fussy differentiation of light and shade.
Every line told, as did its combination with every other line. This
was the Davis of his greatest Mozart achievements - and, of course,
the Davis of those wonderful recordings of Haydn symphonies. If only
there were more...
Comparisons, I know, are odious, but the soloists did not match the
perhaps unmatchable team Karajan
had at his disposal. Ian Bostridge
presented a finely detailed Uriel, keenly responsive to the sound
and meaning of the German text. His reading was not without its
mannerisms, especially at the somewhat tremulous outset, but it was
nevertheless a commanding, if undeniably 'English-tenor-style'
performance. He can hardly be blamed for not being Fritz
Wunderlich, the beauty of
whose tone so ravishes under
Karajan. Their reading of 'Mit
Würd
und
Hoheit
angetan' is one of the most
beautiful things I have heard, never beautiful for its own sake, but
as a supreme expression of Enlightenment humanism. By comparison,
this aria was rather plain, although the surprise of its miraculous,
Schubertian modulation did
register. Likewise, Sally Matthews could hardly be expected to
ravish as did Gundula
Janowitz. Hers was
nevertheless perhaps the finest of the soloists' performances. Where
she might have been accused of a little mannerism, in her comely
portrayal of Eve, there is ample justification in the text,
especially the musical text. Moreover, she handled the difficult
coloratura not just with technical aplomb (Janowitz
had a few difficulties here, I recall), but with truly musical
colouring. Dietrich Henschel,
however, proved a variable soloist. There were ominous insecurities
of tuning in his opening recitative. This problem lessened, although
it never quite abated. He pointed the words carefully, but his tone
was sometimes rather dry and lacked character in comparison with his
colleagues, let alone with Walter Berry and Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
(Raphael and Adam on the Karajan
recording).
I can happily report, however, that the London Symphony Chorus was
superb. This was, without exception, the finest choral singing I
have heard in The Creation.
It boasted everything: weight and lightness, warmth and clarity, and
a keenness of response that would even put most smaller choirs to
shame. Above all, it was wonderfully human. In this, Davis certainly
had the edge over Karajan's
far from negligible Wiener
Singverein, still more so over one highly-regarded
professional choir in another recording, whose performance is so
clinical that it might be computer-generated. The singing was
beautifully moulded, yet never self-consciously so. More
importantly, it was truly exultant, as close to fulfilment of
Haydn's challenge to praise the Creator as we shall have the fortune
to hear this side of the heavenly host. The heavens really were
telling the glory of God, and Haydn's work was truly enabled to
display the firmament. This was a memorable performance indeed,
which, unless something horrendous should happen in terms of its
transfer to disc, should eagerly be acquired by all those who love
what is perhaps Haydn's greatest single work.