Bernard Haitink and Gustav Mahler have become synonymous 
          over the past two decades; he must have conducted Mahler’s Sixth Symphony 
          more than any other living conductor, as well as having had a long and 
          distinguished history of conducting that composer’s other symphonies. 
          Haitink was also Music Director of the European Union Youth Orchestra 
          from 1994 to 1999, its founding ethos being to celebrate the European 
          Ideal of ‘a united community of nations working together for peace, 
          harmony, social justice and human dignity’. Its illustrious conductors 
          have included, amongst others, Giulini, Mehta, Solti, Bernstein and 
          Karajan so this promised to be a red-letter event. 
        
        The first movement of Mahler’s Sixth Symphony in 
          A Minor, ‘Tragic’ (1903-4) started in a well-mannered and slightly 
          manicured way rather than with the essentially brusque march the composer 
          intended. Its very slowness gave it little sense of urgency and forward 
          momentum (as heard in George Solti’s account with the Chicago Symphony 
          Orchestra: Decca Ovation: 425 040-2 DM). However, the EUYO’s playing 
          was stylish with the strings having an appropriately strident quality 
          and the percussion great flare and precision. Strikingly intense was 
          Vivian Urlings’s snappy trumpet solo (one minute in) which had a jazzy 
          feel to it.
        
        In the second theme (allegedly a portrait of Alma), 
          Haitink often lost the tension, the music sounding fragmented. He was 
          at his best in the serene interlude of very distant clattering cowbells 
          where he and the EUYO conjured a sense of spaciousness and wonderment 
          of the Austrian landscape. Very often the cowbells are played too loudly 
          in concert, that sense of distant evocation Mahler was striving for 
          too often ignored. The closing passages, however, were resounding, giving 
          a sensation of celebratory joy.
        
        The Scherzo had just the right mélange 
          of the sweet and the sinister, meeting in an acidic sound world of snarling 
          horns, biting percussion and harsh strings; contrasted with a naïve, 
          childlike simplicity from the woodwind it seemed ideal. Haitink’s tight 
          tempi brought out perfectly the implied threat to the ‘innocence of 
          childhood’, the superb EUYO woodwinds inhabiting a Mahlerian sound-world’’ 
          of stark and rugged gruffness. The Andante was surprisingly static 
          with orchestral textures levelled out and homogenised. Haitink’s spaciousness 
          caused the music to lose its sense of flow with the smooth strings barely 
          audible. It was only in the closing passages that the music seemed to 
          ignite with passion and a sense of melancholic anxiety.
        
        Haitink’s rather laid-back approach was better suited 
          to the colossal final movement. Here his broad tempi helped recall the 
          relentless, drawn-out trauma implicit in the score. The opening passages 
          were measured and sustained, as if waking from a bad dream, but the 
          lyrical sections for the strings and woodwinds sometimes came across 
          as too distant. Timpanist Marcus Fischer, however, played with great 
          rhythmic buoyancy, giving this music its essential nailing, forward 
          thrust. As we approached the dying end we experienced a sensation of 
          numbness and exhaustion after the wear and tear of the percussion and 
          brass. The closing bars were full of dread and resignation, with the 
          trombones, and especially the tuba of Kristian Karlstedt, making brooding, 
          dying sounds, slowly ebbing away only to be abruptly shattered by the 
          final death blows from the percussion with death announced in the final 
          pluck on the strings. This had an immediate starkness that brought this 
          work to an abrupt and perfectly judged end. There was a few seconds 
          of reflective silence before the overwhelming applause from a cough-free 
          packed house.