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Gustav MAHLER (1860-1911)
Symphony No. 3 in D minor (1893-1896, rev. 1906) [104:14]
Mihoko Fujimora (alto)
Knaben des Bamberger Domchores/Werner Pees
Damen des chores der Bamberger Symphoniker/Tobias Hiller
Bamberger Symphoniker-Bayerische Staatsphilharmonie/Jonathan Nott
rec. live, 25-28, 30 May 2010, Joseph-Keiberth-Saal, Konzerthalle
Bamberg, Bamberg, Germany. Sung texts provided
TUDOR 7170
[34:45 + 69:29]
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As predicted this double centenary has produced a flood of Mahler
discs, some - such as Vladimir Ashkenazy’s Eloquence Mahler
3 - dredged from the archives, others newly recorded. Among
the very best of the latter is Jonathan Nott’s Bamberg
Resurrection - review
- which made amends for a flawed First and went straight to
the top of my list of picks for 2010. After such a fiercely
committed performance - helped by a superb recording - I had
high hopes for this new Third.
And let’s not forget the competition; Claudio Abbado DG
accounts from Vienna and Berlin, David Zinman’s for Sony,
the classic Jascha Horenstein set - now available on Souvenir
Records - and, in one of his very best Mahler recordings, James
Levine’s on RCA. All are deeply affecting - and affectionate
- performances of this most open-hearted work, and they’re
well recorded to boot. There’s also a new SACD from RCO
Live with Mariss Jansons and the Concertgebouw, which I have
yet to hear.
Nott begins well enough, those eight horns promising a glorious
summer, although the eruptive timps are nowhere near as seismic
as they can be. A worrying portent, but at least the ensuing
shudder of brass is well caught; indeed, Mahler’s orchestral
colours emerge with a crystalline clarity that - for a short
while - enchants the ear. Alas, that’s not enough in a
symphony that needs to capture one’s heart as well; and
that becomes less and less likely as Nott’s deliberate
tempi all but bring this march-led movement to a juddering halt.
Not very entschieden I’m afraid, and it’s
not helped by the conductor’s tendency to highlight and
parenthesise, a habit I first noticed in his Mahler 1.
After such a sunless start the gloom just deepens; what a strangely
uninspired reading this is, lacking the impact and insight of
that fabulous ‘Resurrection’. Dip into any of the
recordings I mentioned earlier and the contrast could not be
greater; all have an undisguised ebullience - a vital, liberating
energy - that’s sorely lacking here. Speaking of contrasts,
Nott underplays Mahler’s mood swings, robbing the music
of all its light and shade. Even the recording - on both stereo
layers - is somewhat ill-defined in the tuttis.
All is not lost, for there’s some gorgeous playing in
the second movement; others do bring out more of the music’s
naïve charm - Zinman’s wonderfully aerated reading
is especially memorable - but there’s no denying the exquisite
detail uncovered by the Tudor team. That’s also true of
the Comodo Scherzando, but there’s little of the
spontaneity that Abbado finds in this music, Markus Mester’s
nicely distant post-horn solo surprisingly prosaic. As for the
rapt legato phrases that follow, they have the same halting,
ragged quality I noticed in Ashkenazy’s Third. Abbado
is peerless here, his Vienna performance simply magical.
What really seems to separate enduring Mahler performances from
mundane ones is the conductors’ ability to seize and sustain
those long spans. Not only that, they need to be alive to Mahler’s
innate theatricality, the extravagant gestures and small genuflections
that suffuse these great symphonies. I sense none of those qualities
here; indeed, Nott strikes me as wilful in the extreme, a suspicion
that hardens into firm conviction with the dirge-like fourth
movement. Misterioso it isn’t, Nott’s life-denying
tempo all but extinguishing an already weak pulse. One has to
sympathise with Japanese contralto Mihoko Fujimora, who’s
taxed beyond endurance. Mahler’s luminous setting is reduced
to a grey lament; unforgivable, really.
It’s looking pretty desperate at this point; the boys
choir is adequate but, in keeping with what’s gone before,
there’s little spark or charm. I began to dread the long
final movement, one of Mahler’s most radiant creations,
and for good reason. Abbado and Levine are profoundly moving
here, the music unfolding with an epic grandeur that’s
utterly lacking in Nott’s etiolated account. As for the
efflorescing tuttis they aren’t properly prepared for,
so when they arrive they seem entirely random and hopelessly
overblown.
By unhappy coincidence the last Mahler 3 I reviewed - Ashkenazy’s
- was a major disappointment, the like of which I didn’t
expect to hear any time soon. Sadly, Nott’s version is
scarcely an improvement, crippled as it is by the kind of expressive
liberties that give these symphonies a bad name.
You have been warned.
Dan Morgan
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