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SEEN AND HEARD CONCERT REVIEW
            
            Bartók, Schoenberg, Stravinsky, and Boulez:
            
            Pierre-Laurent Aimard and Tamara Stefanovich (pianos); Neil Percy 
            and Nigel Thomas (percussion); London Symphony Orchestra; Pierre 
            Boulez (conductor). Barbican Hall, London, 30.4.2008 (MB)
            
            Bartók – Concerto for two pianos and percussion
            Schoenberg – Five Orchestral Pieces, Op.16
            Stravinsky – Le chant du Rossignol
            Boulez – Notations I, VII, IV, III, and II
            
            
            Bartók wrote his concerto for himself and his wife to perform in 
            America, deriving it from the Sonata for two pianos and percussion. 
            It received a commanding performance here, as, given the identity of 
            the performers, one would expect. Rhythms were razor-sharp, 
            orchestral colour truly shone, and there was never even the 
            slightest hint of a loss of implacable direction. My only 
            reservation really lay with the work itself, which seems to me to 
            have lost the extraordinary sonority and large-scale intimacy – if 
            the contradiction be allowed – of its original form, without truly 
            having been rewritten enough to qualify as a new work. The orchestra 
            is often, although not always, resigned to an accompanying role, 
            which can on occasion obscure the clarity of lines so crucial to the 
            work’s success. That said, if anyone could combat such obscurity it 
            was Pierre Boulez, and he did a fine job.
            
            Boulez has long championed Schoenberg’s Five Orchestral Pieces. 
            They, unsurprisingly, received once again an excellent performance 
            here. There were numerous lines, such as that of the xylophone in 
            the first movement, which I heard with greater clarity than I can 
            recall from other performances. The brass was duly brutal, though 
            without brashness, in that movement’s chilling conclusion. 
            Vergangenes, the second movement, received a languorous and 
            indeed seductive opening. If the sonorities beguiled, so also did 
            the twists and turns in respect of melody, harmony, and tempo. The 
            lower strings sounded especially heartfelt, and there was an almost 
            Debussyan perfect balance of timbres throughout, leading one 
            inexorably into the Klangfarbenmelodie of the third piece. 
            Here Debussy once again came to mind, although, quite righly, in the 
            guise of the darkness of Pelléas rather than of anything more 
            perfumed. Indeed, the timbres sounded more suffocating than usual. 
            There was no doubt that Boulez was conducting with hindsight, for 
            the melody of colours not only harked back to earlier Debussy but 
            also looked forward to the post-war experiments of Darmstadt. It 
            seemed that Schoenberg might not even then have been so dead as the 
            young Boulez had once claimed. Rhythmic precision, which can often 
            be overlooked in this music, was as impeccable as one would expect 
            from Boulez, which prepared the way very well for the fourth 
            movement. (The sense of the five pieces forming part of a greater 
            whole was throughout most impressive.) Peripetie proved a 
            movement of great contrasts, which showcased, although never in a 
            shallow way, the dazzling orchestral virtuosity of Schoenberg, 
            Boulez, and the LSO. The final piece provided us with a real 
            narrative – it is, after all, a ‘recitative’ of sorts – which 
            heightened the influence of Wagner, both horizontally and 
            vertically. Supremely disciplined and therefore heightened drama was 
            the order of the day as the shattering conclusion came upon us.
            
            Drama was also the order of the day in Stravinsky’s tone poem, 
            Chant du rossignol. In this case, the narrative was more 
            redolent, quite appropriately, of a series of balletic tableaux, 
            culminating in a real sense of discovery at the end as the true 
            Nightingale’s song won out over its competitors. In this respect, 
            the flute and its rivals were beyond criticism; all of their 
            individual lines were beautifully shaped and as sharply 
            characterised as one could ask. The trumpet soloist also deserves 
            special mention, not least for his reminiscences of Mussorgsky in 
            the courtiers’ funeral march. Stravinsky was always a Russian 
            composer. This we also heard in the mix of telegraph wire and 
            Shrovetide Fair with which Stravinsky and Boulez brought us back to 
            old St Petersburg.
            
            Programming has always been a great strength of Boulez, and this was 
            no exception. The performance of his five existing – or at least 
            published – orchestral Notations made one realise how much he 
            owed to each of the featured predecessors, whilst also exhibiting 
            his extraordinary originality. If ever there were a showcase for a 
            virtuosic yet also truly musical orchestra, then this is it. The 
            physical size of the conductor’s score is in itself remarkable. This 
            is a work-in-progress that requires no fewer than eight 
            percussionists, and divides the strings into as many as forty 
            different parts. The sense, omnipresent in Boulez, of teeming 
            proliferation, never finished and indeed impossible to finish, was 
            definitively present under the composer’s own direction. A sense of 
            what Calum MacDonald in the programme notes called ‘an exotic ritual 
            procession’ was palpable in the – relatively – lengthy seventh 
            Notation, with its wonderful marking ‘hiératique’. There were 
            hints of the Rituel in memoriam Bruno Maderna, perhaps even 
            of Balinese music, and certainly – at least in this performance – of
            Parsifal. It is undeniable that the experience of Bayreuth 
            has changed Boulez for ever. The skeleton of the piano original is 
            perhaps most readily heard in IV, ‘Rhythmique’. Here Bartók and 
            Stravinsky vied with Webern to create something audibly fresh and 
            new, but then one could say much the same about any of the pieces. 
            The extraordinary second Notation, with which the performance 
            closed, is such a riot of orchestral colours and so viscerally 
            enjoyable – yes, Boulez can be extremely enjoyable, if only one 
            deigns to listen – that it was encored with an exhilarating sense of 
            jubilation.
            
            Mark Berry
            
            
              
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