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Felix MENDELSSOHN
(1809-1847)
Ruy Blas Overture, Op. 95 (1835) [7:48]
Symphony No. 1 in C minor, Op.11 (1824) [30:06]
Symphony No. 4 in A, Op. 90 Italian (1833) [28:06]
Bergen Philharmonic Orchestra/Andrew Litton
rec. Grieg Hall, Bergen, Norway, August 2007
BIS BIS-SACD-1584
[67:09]
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The grim, portentous opening brass chord of Ruy Blas
suggests that Andrew Litton may finally be coming to grips with
the expressive potential of music, moving beyond the glorified
traffic direction that has mostly characterized his work thus
far. The phrasing is sufficiently directional to generate a
fair amount of drama, and midrange melodic phrases for doubled
woodwind and strings have an appealing, dusky tone. If the arrival
at 2:59 of the "big tune" goes almost unnoticed - Previn on
EMI and, particularly, on RCA, subtly marks it off within the
forward impulse - and if its working-out and climax seem a bit
matter-of-fact, the bustling sense of the piece still comes
across.
In the symphonies, Litton unfortunately reverts to his previously
established form as a phlegmatic routiner, displaying little
feel for orchestral sound or texture, chugging along heedless
of the music's expressive or structural requirements. Attacks
need more point and precision, and the legato phrases more attentive
tapering.
Thus, the C minor's turbulent opening movement, played too consistently
"on the string," sounds heavy and melodramatic, though the superior
Bergen woodwinds infuse the second theme with real delicacy.
In the Andante, the string textures lumber a bit, and
the seemingly flowing, "natural" tempo turns out a bit fast
for the little scales at 2:29, where there's no time for any
expressive inflection. There's some buoyancy to the Menuetto:
Allegro molto, a scherzo in all but name; the Trio is spacious,
but needs calm, and there's a clumsy agogic ritard returning
to the scherzo proper. The finale is routine - the trade-off
of string and woodwind fragments at 2:46, for example, lacks
real character - but its momentum and drive hold interest: in
concert, truth be told, it might still bring down the house.
The playing isn't noticeably more attentive in the Italian
Symphony - the first movement is nervous, with the various scampering
parts not quite in sync, and the soggy unmarked ritard at 6:55,
preceding the recapitulation, is unhelpful. But sheer rhythmic
energy helps bring off the performance, though it's hardly comparable
with the virtuosic Szell (Sony), the heartfelt Bernstein/New
York (Sony), or the firm, solid Colin Davis (originally Philips).
In plain frontal stereo, the sound is good enough, but it impressed
me less than I expected, given Bis's audiophile reputation.
Then again, a clear, focused recording can hardly be expected
when the playing is generalized and diffuse to begin with.
Stephen Francis Vasta
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