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Gustav MAHLER
(1860-1911)
Symphony No. 9 in D minor (1909) [72:10]
Radio-Sinfonieorchester Stuttgart des SWR/Roger Norrington
rec. live, 5 September 2009, Liederhalle Stuttgart, Beethovensaal
HÄNSSLER CLASSIC CD 93.244 [72:10]
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A lot of fuss has been made about Roger Norrington’s recent
recordings of romantic repertoire, and this particular disc
has had certain quarters in reviewing circles very hot under
the collar indeed. The main source of the controversy is Norrington’s
decision to use ‘pure tone’, that is, to do away
with vibrato throughout the entire orchestra. This is something
which we’re still used to in most brass playing, less
so in the woodwinds unless you focus entirely on clarinets,
but these days composers who want to stop string players from
colouring their sound with a greater or lesser amount of more
or less constant wrist movement is to mark the score clearly
with a firm set of brake blocks: senza vibrato, forbidding
the default setting of warm plushness which characterises the
kind or orchestral string sound we expect today.
So, where is the problem? Critics have issues with Norrington’s
historical basis for this approach. He cites the Vienna Philharmonic
recording made in 1938 by Mahler’s assistant Bruno Walter
as the end of an era, marking the finish of the orchestral sound
which would supposedly have been familiar to Beethoven, Brahms,
Wagner, Bruckner and the like. There is a certain amount of
scholarship which debunks this view, and it is indeed hard to
reconcile the implied ‘sudden’ rise of vibrato string
playing within such the relatively short WWII period. True,
European orchestras were dramatically altered by the tragic
loss of so many Jewish musicians, but any such deep-seated style
and tradition would have been in the purview and leadership
of conductors who straddle both eras. I’ve looked at Bruno
Walter on film, admittedly when he had become a senior figure
in the music world, but I don’t see him bearing down on
his string players for using vibrato in Brahms. Have a look
on YouTube and listen to that final Adagio of the historic
1938 Vienna recording if you don’t have the CDs. Blow
me down, but I hear vibrato in those strings, don’t you?
There’s arguably not as much as on some modern recordings
but it’s there nonetheless. Earlier orchestral recordings
such as those conducted by Elgar indeed show restraint in terms
of vibrato, but I have the impression this was more the British
style of the period - like that represented by my old flute
teacher Gareth Morris, whose old-school recordings also show
a kind of vibrato-free purity. My theory is that it is probably
true that the ‘rise’ of all-embracing vibrato has
been relatively recent, but only in terms of degree. Perhaps
we can’t imagine quite the rich Yves Rocher layers of
modern vibrato-volume being applied when woodwind instruments
like the flute were still made of the same kind of wood as conductor’s
moustaches, but the aspiration towards a comparison between
orchestral instruments and the desirable quality of a fine human
singing voice has for a long time been a close one. As with
all such things, change from patchy regional or national stylistic
trends would have been accelerated by the advent of recorded
sound, as the widespread export of best-selling orchestra’s
qualities to every corner of the western world set the forces
of sonic homogeneity in motion. You will of course note that
my observations are based entirely on a complete lack of footnotes
and academic reference. It just strikes me that we are looking
at extremes, arguments both for and against pre-war vibrato
going too far in their respective opposite directions.
Let me also put up my hand with a confession. As a flute player
I am not a huge fan of excessive and constant vibrato, particularly
the wide or relentless kind which has permanently put me off
James Galway’s otherwise brilliant playing, and many singers
in grand opera for that matter. I do however recognise that
vibrato is a necessary part of sonic projection. It can be that
quality in a player’s sound which brings the air and the
acoustic to life, and which can bring a range of warmth and
expression to a body of strings. I do however in the main agree
with the position which sees vibrato more an ornamental quality,
to be used as a part of the sound where appropriate but also
to be held in reserve for dramatic or rhetorical effect. Norrington
does allow the solo violin parts in this recording a certain
amount of vibrato, differentiating the qualities of these moments
from the main string lines. This works of course, but these
moments boil down to basic accompaniment practice - you would
never have your violins cooking at maximum while a solo line
is being played anyway, and the same moments with Bruno Walter’s
1938 work in a similar way.
One or two preconceptions did concern me from the outset. One
is that an orchestra of now being asked to play in the way claimed
for orchestras of yesterday might be seen as something as a
step backwards, by which I mean that the hard-won qualities
of the SWR Radio Symphony Orchestra, placed in the straitjacket
of vibrato-less playing, might suffer any number of negative
side-effects. This is largely disproved by the recording, but
I did maintain the feeling that the withdrawal of this kind
of colour hadn’t entirely been filled by a convincing
equality of quality without. The other is that by doing away
with vibrato entirely, we are denied its qualities in terms
of musical contrast and expression at moments of high drama
and emotional climax where the sonic benefits of that widening
expansion of sound would seem to be as welcome as a cold drink
on a hot day in the middle of a large desert. In other words:
does this recording work at all?
The answer is a kind of yes and no. With the exposure of the
string lines into this pure sort of phrasing there arises the
sometimes surprising advantage of a kind of bald clarity in
Mahler’s contrapuntal writing which we more often than
not miss in more sumptuous readings. Comparing that marvellous
string-rich Adagio finale with the Bruno Walter recording
held as the end of the era it purports to revive however, I
find very few similarities. Norrington creates a kind of ‘chamber
consolation’ version of the music. The qualities of string
phrasing throughout the symphony and here are generated through
a not unpleasant mezza di voce shaping of the notes,
but apart from that there’s not much else left to describe.
Even leaving the vast extremes of Bernstein’s Deutsche
Grammophon Concertgebouw recording aside, which comes in at
over 10 minutes longer than Norrington’s 19:24 timing,
this version of the Adagio is brisk. Sir Georg Solti
takes 24:47 in his 1982 Chicago SO recording on Decca and represents
a more realistic average. With Norrington, the climaxes are
effective only because the dynamics of the brass and percussion
are communicated effectively. The strings contribute very little
to the intensity of the whole, their sound where audible draped
like a gauze over the power of the other sections, and when
exposed frequently leaving much to be desired. Take that section
where the strings are left behind with those few sustained notes
when the full might of the brass and winds is taken away at
11:35. Doesn’t all the tension and excitement just evaporate
completely?
For me, such crucial moments fairly swiftly discount this recording
from becoming a realistic recommendation. There are some redeeming
features which might be considered, and I do not agree with
the vitriol which has been thrown in Norrington’s direction
from some quarters. For one, this is not a clone of so many
other recordings, trying to out-do famous fore-runners in the
same field. This argument rides dangerously close to the ‘gimmick,
stand-out-from-the-crowd’ aspect to this interpretation,
but that would be entirely disrespectful to Roger Norrington’s
strongly held views, and this is not what I intend in such a
review as this. As a live performance there are many white-hot
moments, and whenever I’ve played snippets of this recording
to relatively non-musical office colleagues they’ve always
still been held by that Mahler spell. This music really is that
good. There are moments of poignant fragility which are revealed,
unexpected points which sometimes encroach on your consciousness,
or which can leap out and make you start revising your opinion
of this magnificent piece all over again. These points will
be different for each listener and I’m not going to list
all of mine, but it is more often than not those areas of textural
openness which can be most telling, from all sections of the
orchestra, not only the strings. In some ways the qualities
in this recording almost seem designed to reveal the strengths
in others. It’s only when you start comparing this recording
with the likes of Sir John Barbirolli’s 1964 Berlin Philharmonic
on EMI that you begin to hear that there is so much more which
can be so much better. My problem is not with the technical
achievement of Norrington’s performance, nor do I have
many issues with the quality of the recording. I’m not
even that concerned with the vibrato issue, where it not for
the vacuum it leaves behind in its non-wake. The first thing
I found myself doing on an initial run through was listening
out for traces of vibrato, and finding myself encouraged by
the glimmers of expressive content in the violin and flute solos.
Once I had passed that phase I did find I could enjoy the music
for what it was, but each time I’ve come back to examples
of trusted substance such as Barbirolli and Bernstein I discover
the music anew, wondering what I had ever found as positive
in this new recording. To the latter of these comparisons I
admit a sentimental attachment as my dad was in the audience
but still, it’s Bernstein who can bring tears to your
eyes, Barbirolli who can make you sit and listen, slack jawed
at the sheer brilliance of it all. Bruno Walter’s historic
1938 recording may be flawed in terms of technical neatness,
but is excitingly intense, making the music sound raw and modern,
which in those days it still was.
These are things I rarely have with Norrington and the SWR orchestra.
I relish his clarity, and appreciate the ‘new look’
Mahler which makes us re-discover the music in ways other recordings
cannot. My only remaining doubt with regard my own objective
integrity was that, soaked as most of us are with the idea that
vibrato = intensity, I was misinterpreting Norrington’s
sound through the musical semantics of my own experience, unable
to experience the leaner and perhaps more direct language of
that bygone age because my expectations have been stained through
that lack of purity which is restored here. Norrington’s
own notes say “I hope that listeners to this recording
will realise that the pure tone... does not at all detract from
the impact of the sound, or the passion of the playing. I feel
that on the contrary it can give a touching honesty and realism
to Mahler’s music...” Once again, I don’t
feel in a position to disagree with this in principle, but while
I admire this experiment and have listened with great interest
and a degree of enjoyment, I can’t help feeling that we
miss part of what Mahler intended, “the symphony [which]
must be like the world.” Perhaps we do have a glimpse
of that world here, but I can’t help feeling it is only
a part of that world, and I can’t resist imagining
what Der Mahler himself would have thought...
....we spent a good hour or so, waiting patiently while Gustav
became accustomed to digital sound, twiddling with the various
knobs and buttons of the HiFi and laughing volubly.
“This is incredible... where, where do you hide the
orchestra... they must be somewhere, it all sounds
so real..!”
The serious business was however what he would make of the
latest recording of his last finished symphony.
“...ah, it’s wonderful - it all sounds so clear...”
Mahler was still marvelling, but a measure of impatience was
becoming apparent in his manner. He was conducting the invisible
orchestra, but not obtaining the results he so passionately
demanded.
“Gah, naaahhh - come on, I need more life
here - this should be the soul of man being torn from his
very being... come on...”
We took a short break, and while the great man’s brow
was mopped and tea was consumed I switched the discs in the
machine. Solti and the Chicago players: that should do the
trick, Mahler exotic and abroad - like a robust fine wine,
a survivor on both sides of the Atlantic.
As these new sounds vibrated the atmosphere in the room changed
at once, as if the air had undergone a kind of polarisation.
Mahler’s eyes became misty, and, instead of conducting;
trying to draw the imaginary orchestra in the air, he became
an absorbent receptacle. He would shake loose a nervous tic
from time to time but would more often close his eyes, raising
his face to the light, his face sometimes moist with tears.
“...yes, this was not my orchestra, but this
is my music...”
Dominy Clements
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