Not
another outing
for Mussorgsky’s pot-boiler, I hear you groan. Well yes,
but this time it’s from the SBYO and their ever-youthful
conductor, Gustavo ‘The Dude’ Dudamel. They put on a spectacular
performance – both visually and musically – at the BBC
Proms in 2007 and followed that with
Fiesta, a disc
of South American music (see
review).
Since then they’ve recorded the Mahler and Tchaikovsky
Fifths, returning
to London for a series of sell-out concerts in April.
I
make no secret of my admiration for this young band, the
product of Venezuela’s ‘Sistema’, which offers disadvantaged
children an opportunity to become musicians and play in
this orchestra. The success of the programme speaks for
itself, yet many critics are bemused by – and some hostile
towards – this charismatic partnership. It’s certainly
a colourful one in a musical tradition that’s looking decidedly
grey these days, both in terms of unadventurous repertoire
and the increasing age of concertgoers. Recent reviews
of the SBYO’s Tchaikovsky
Fifth are a case in point;
the recording was well received by some critics but roundly
savaged by others.
I
can’t comment on that disc but I have heard their Mahler
5, which was a major disappointment. It’s a daunting piece
for even the most experienced orchestras, so there’s absolutely
no shame in that. Their recent London gigs – Tchaikovsky’s
Fourth and
Stravinsky’s
Rite among them – were generally well
received, though it’s hard to tell how much of that is
due to the pop-star image of the SBYO. What is clear, though,
is that given the right repertoire these players are capable
of electrifying performances.
This
live concert from Salzburg has potential, especially if
one believes – as I do – that these youngsters really
need an
audience if they are to play at their best. Unfortunately
Beethoven’s
Triple Concerto is more about the soloists
than the orchestra, Agnes Meth adding to the general air
of claustrophobia with far too many close-ups. Also, Renaud
and Gautier Capuçon give a rather narcissistic display
that won’t please everyone. The venerable Argentine pianist
Martha Argerich doesn’t play from memory, which is surprising,
but at least she’s not such a distracting performer.
So,
what about the performance? Big, bold and not very subtle
is the short answer. The opening strings sound bloated,
the piano much too prominent and somewhat muffled in the
bass. As for the orchestra they are unsympathetically miked,
which makes them sound coarse and unrefined. A pity, as
DG is capable of a much better job than this. Despite some
lovely moments, especially in the Largo, this remains a
very ordinary, rather driven, reading of a great work.
Not even the presence of big-name soloists can change that,
although Argerich does get a foot-stomping reception from
the audience afterwards.
I
suspect most people will buy this DVD for
Pictures at
an Exhibition, the kind of showpiece that suits this
band very well. Oddly the opening menu doesn’t allow viewers
to go straight to the Mussorgsky, although there is always
the skip button if you’re feeling impatient. There’s a
palpable air of excitement at the start of the first ‘Promenade’,
which opens with splendid playing from the SBYO’s principal
trumpet. In fact the brass is generally very good, the
trombone and horns making a strong first impression as
well. Now this is more like it; even the camerawork is
more expansive, with plenty of wide-angle shots of a well-lit
stage.
Gnarly ‘Gnomus’ is
well shaped, its more outlandish effects understated rather
than overemphasised. It’s abundantly clear that the SBYO
can and do play with subtlety and finesse, whatever their
critics might say; indeed, Monsieur Ravel’s orchestration
has seldom sounded so urbane, especially in the second ‘Promenade’ and
the surge and eddy of ‘The Old Castle’. In the latter
the woodwind and strings may not be as weighty as we are
used to, but then these
Pictures have a subtle tint
that is most appealing, especially in a work that’s as
ubiquitous as this one. And just in case you’re wondering
where Mussorgsky is in all this the vigorous third ‘Promenade’ comes
as a trenchant follow-up to Ravel’s mistier misty meanderings.
The
soundstage for this part of the concert is much more satisfying;
it’s very natural and there’s plenty of detail as well.
Picture quality – on both my PC and a 1080i upscaling DVD
player – is pin sharp, as is the players’ articulation
in ‘Tuileries’. And when it comes to sheer heft the swaying
ox-cart in ‘Bydlo’ is pretty impressive, building up to
a tautly controlled climax. Few performances of this movement
are as inexorable as Lorin Maazel’s Cleveland account on
Telarc 80042, surely one of the most spectacular performances
of
Pictures ever committed to disc. To his credit
Dudamel eschews the widescreen, Technicolor approach in
favour of something altogether more subtle; it must be
tempting to do otherwise, though, especially when the SBYO
just love to play loud.
The
next ‘Promenade’ – marked Tranquillo – leads into the frisky ‘Ballad
of the Unhatched Chicks’. Delectably pointed and rhythmically
precise, this reading brings out minute colours and details
so often obscured by broader brushes. Meanwhile, ‘Samuel
Goldenberg and Schmuyle’ are well characterised, even if
they don’t sound as sinister as they can do. ‘The Market
at Limoges’ has all the clarity and rhythmic elan one could
hope for, and one relishes anew the players’ obvious enjoyment
at the music before them. How many times have we heard
Pictures in
the concert hall, the orchestras jaded by long hours and
unfulfilling repertoire? Given these youngsters’ unfailing
enthusiasm one can easily forgive them some ragged ensemble
and the occasional – very occasional – thinness of tone.
Certainly
the grim chords of ‘Catacombs’ could be a bit more imposing,
the brass better blended, but the SBYO make amends with
a dark, brooding performance of ‘Cum mortuis in lingua
mortua’. Those gentle harp figures are beautifully caught
by the engineers, although overall this isn’t one of DG’s
best efforts. ‘Baba Yaga’ really allows the orchestra to
crank up the volume, which they manage to do without sacrificing
inner detail. Other performers – the Clevelanders especially – find
a crushing weight to this music that eludes the SBYO, but
even if they miss some of the opening pomp and splendour
of ‘The Great Gate at Kiev’ they more than make up for
it with a series of massive final perorations. The wild
applause and whoops of delight that follow are well deserved, ‘The
Dude’ and his players grinning from ear to ear.
But
there’s always more, as Prommers and SBYO groupies have
discovered. The first encore, Strauss’s
Radetzky March, is
played with an accent that’s more São Paulo than Salzburg
but still the audience laps it up. Cue more rapturous applause,
foot stomping and the
Danza final from Ginastera’s
ballet E
stancia; this is the orchestra’s calling
card and a guaranteed crowd-pleaser. The SBYO are on home
turf and, what’s more, they can now play really LOUD. A
little untidy, perhaps, but what a rousing send-off.
The
bonus item is an open rehearsal of Mahler’s
First Symphony – specifically
the last two movements. The SBYO have already recorded
this composer’s
Fifth and they performed the ‘Resurrection’ in
Lucerne last year. I’m not sure about the wisdom of this,
given the instrumental and structural complexities of these
symphonies. This is music of infinite variety and shading,
not at all the bold primary colours that these players
project so well. That said, I wouldn’t want to condemn
them to a musical ghetto, so all credit to Dudamel for
attempting to widen their repertoire. His goofy manner
and endearing Speedy Gonzalez accent – the latter laid
on a little thick, I thought –
play well with musicians
and audience alike.
The
symphony speaks with a Latin lilt as well, the conductor
frequently comparing phrases and passages to sounds of
the South American streets. Purists will probably blench
at this but it’s a useful point of reference, and even
if the results aren’t exactly idiomatic they sound fresh
and spontaneous. I imagine younger audiences would respond
well to that sea of smiling faces and ‘The Dude’s’ self-deprecatory
style. In that sense these rehearsals are more about communicating
the content of this music than honing it to concert standard.
That said, the opening of the final movement has plenty
of oomph, the honeyed string playing very affecting indeed.
If anything there’s a little too much
schmaltz and
not enough
schmerz, but it’s invigorating nonetheless.
So,
despite a rather drab concerto there’s more than enough
colour and flamboyance in
Pictures to keep SBYO
groupies happy. As for the sceptics I doubt there’s anything
here that will change their minds. Which is a shame, because
there’s so much to be grateful for, not least the light
they bring to the dustier corners of our concert-going
lives.
Shine
on, I say, shine on.
Dan
Morgan