The blurb on this Blu-ray trumpets the significance of this 
                  concert; not only does it mark the 90th anniversary 
                  of the Salzburg Festival, it also commemorates 50 years of the 
                  city’s Großes Festspielhaus. And as performers go, this is as 
                  stellar as it gets, with Daniel Barenboim leading the Viennese 
                  orchestra and choirs in a varied programme of Beethoven, Boulez 
                  and Bruckner. His long line of Beethoven recordings – starting 
                  with that classic EMI set of concertos with Otto Klemperer – 
                  is the stuff of legends, so chances are we’re in for a treat 
                  with this new rendition of the G major concerto. The Boulez 
                  may be less appealing, but the real draw for me is Bruckner’s 
                  mighty Te Deum, which Barenboim has also recorded before 
                  (DG). 
                  
                  Recently I reviewed a Blu-ray featuring Martha Argerich at the 
                  2010 Verbier Festival, and generally welcomed her playing of 
                  this Beethoven concerto. First impressions of Barenboim – who 
                  directs from the keyboard – are somewhat disappointing. Where 
                  the Swiss band brings a jovial air to the first movement the 
                  Viennese seem rather dour and foursquare. True, there’s some 
                  characterful woodwind playing in the extended orchestral introduction 
                  and Barenboim is fluent enough, but this remains a curiously 
                  staid, rather airless, performance. 
                  
                  Part of the problem lies with the recording. Selecting PCM stereo 
                  from the options menu results in a narrow, boxy sound reminiscent 
                  of radio broadcasts from the 1960s. Switching over to DTS Master 
                  Audio 5.0 – mixed down to stereo by my Sony player – makes a 
                  huge difference; suddenly, the soundstage opens out and there’s 
                  far more body and detail. This is very odd indeed, but as Euroarts’ 
                  unhappy experiences with Claudio Abbado’s Mahler cycle and Dave 
                  Billinge’s appendix to my review 
                  of Antoni Wit’s Mahler 8 confirm, there are persistent – and 
                  worrying – problems with these Blu-rays that really must be 
                  addressed. 
                  
                  On first acquaintance this Salzburg disc falls well below the 
                  high sonic standards set elsewhere, the piano’s lower register 
                  and the tuttis in the Beethoven surprisingly ill-defined. Indeed, 
                  as I’ve noticed on other Blu-rays there’s a ‘processed’ quality 
                  to the sound that I’ve not encountered on DVDs. While the picture 
                  is supposed to be high-definition 1080p, it’s softer than other 
                  Blu-rays I’ve seen; skin tones aren’t very natural and contrasts 
                  are less striking than usual. Not a huge issue for some, perhaps, 
                  but as the format’s USP is superior pictures and sound this 
                  just won’t do. 
                  
                  Back to the music, and the Andante seems very self-indulgent, 
                  the camera focusing a little too cruelly on Barenboim’s old 
                  hands and apoplectic colouring. The camerawork – like the miking 
                  – is unflattering in its closeness with the players huddled 
                  awkwardly around the piano. I’m afraid there’s little to enjoy 
                  here. The Rondo is hectoring rather than vivacious; as for the 
                  playing of orchestra and soloist, it’s fitful and charmless. 
                  Indeed, there’s something old-fashioned about this performance 
                  that hardly seems appropriate for this important double celebration. 
                  
                  
                  At least the liberating textures of the Boulez should come as 
                  a relief. And so it proves; the well-lit stage, players looking 
                  a lot more animated, is a good visual metaphor for this splendid 
                  performance of Notations. The oft-revised work – originally 
                  written for piano – continues the distinguished tradition of 
                  French music from Claude Debussy to Olivier Messiaen. The almost-Impressionist 
                  colours of Modéré – Fantasque and Trés modéré 
                  (I and III) are beautifully realized with the stopped brass 
                  and assorted percussion being very well caught. Goodness, it’s 
                  hard to believe this airy, detailed sound is part of the same 
                  concert. Movement IV, Rhythmique, always reminds me of 
                  Messiaen – La Transfiguration in particular – 
                  while Hiératique, added in 1997, is full of imagination 
                  and flair. Barenboim, flicking through a sail-sized score, chooses 
                  to end with the aptly named Strident, which is superbly 
                  played and recorded. 
                  
                  Oh, what a change from that suffocating opener, although the 
                  applause is perhaps more respectful than enthusiastic. Buoyed 
                  by this terrific performance I had high hopes for the Te 
                  Deum, helped by the presence of fine soloists and choirs. 
                  I’ve always felt this is one of Bruckner’s very greatest creations, 
                  every bit as inspiring as his late symphonies. I well remember 
                  Herbert von Karajan’s thrilling account on LP and his visually 
                  austere – and rather gloomy – filmed version on VHS; but one 
                  of the most enduring and desirable performances on CD must be 
                  Bernard Haitink’s incandescent version, also with the Wiener 
                  Philharmoniker and first-rate soloists (Philips). 
                  
                  With the latter firmly in mind I did wonder how Barenboim would 
                  compare. Well, I needn’t have fretted, for the opening is as 
                  rafter-raising as ever. The soundstage is deep and wide, the 
                  choral singing wonderfully incisive. The soloists are well blended, 
                  and one marvels anew at how Bruckner structures this huge edifice. 
                  The mood is now fearful, now fervent. How he builds unerringly 
                  to those vaulting climaxes rendering the hushed ‘holies’ a tingling 
                  precursor to yet another blaze of sound. As for the Viennese 
                  brass, they’re in splendid form throughout. 
                  
                  Klaus-Florian Vogt is somewhat soft-toned in the ‘Te ergo’, 
                  but he’s always firm and ardent. The quartet sings with quiet 
                  radiance here and the ensuing trombone postlude more affecting 
                  than usual. Indeed, one hears a lot of telling detail that’s 
                  often lost in a wall of sound. The plucked basses are especially 
                  audible, as is the rasp of deep brass. Just listen to those 
                  fire-breathing timps in the ‘Aeterna fac’, adding awesome weight 
                  and momentum to the choirs’ stratospheric singing. Really, Bruckner 
                  doesn’t get much better than this, and one senses Barenboim 
                  knows just how to shape and pace this music for maximum effect, 
                  both musical and emotional. 
                  
                  Röschmann and Garanča are a well-matched pair, Vogt is 
                  nicely complemented by the warm, steady tones of veteran bass 
                  René Pape in the ‘Salvum fac’. And when they sing together even 
                  Barenboim smiles approvingly in their direction. ‘In te, Domine, 
                  speravi’ is the musical and dramatic apogee of this great work, 
                  the choirs hurling their high notes into the empyrean before 
                  storming the very citadels of Heaven. I simply defy you not 
                  to be moved, and mightily so, by those final perorations which 
                  are among the most glorious in all music. 
                  
                  With the exception of that dull Beethoven – and bearing in mind 
                  my concerns about the sound options – there’s enough here to 
                  make this a worthwhile concert. I daresay most will buy this 
                  Blu-ray for the bread and perhaps skip the filling; don’t, for 
                  the Boulez is a splendid piece, superbly shaped and projected 
                  by Barenboim and his band. It’s the perfect entrée to 
                  this composer’s often knotty œuvre and, quite possibly, 
                  it’s the hidden gem in this star-studded affair. 
                  
                  Despite some technical issues, this is worth adding to your 
                  stash of Blu-rays. 
                  
                  Dan Morgan