Covent
Garden’s Music Director Antonio Pappano’s
moonlighting with the London Symphony Orchestra
has produced some highly memorable concerts
and tonight’s was one of them.
His
well-balanced programme opened with Leonard
Bernstein’s rather light-weight three movement
Chichester Psalms, commissioned by
the Dean of Chichester Cathedral in 1965.
Pappano conducted the opening Awake, psaltery
and harp, with great flamboyancy, his
right foot constantly tapping, his stabbing
hand gestures enticing rhythmically taut,
jazzy playing from the LSO, producing an appropriate,
somewhat brutish intensity. However, the music
itself sounded rather hollow and contrived,
with its crude allusions to Orff. In the more
climactic moments there was a degree of distortion
and congestion due in part to the conductor’s
extreme dynamic range being let down by the
Barbican Hall’s rather claustrophobic acoustic.
His
setting of Psalm 23, The Lord is my shepherd,
was cringe-makingly schmalzty, only redeemed
by the assured treble solo of David Stark,
who projected his pristine voice eloquently
and with great clarity. The closing Lord,
Lord, my heart is not haughty was by far
the most moving and successful of the psalms.
Here the LSO strings produced an extraordinary
depth of tone and expression, while the LSO
Chorus were hypnotic, with evocations of Mahler’s
Eighth Symphony seeping through.
Dmitri
Alexeev was a late substitute for an indisposed
Mikhail Pletnev and proved to be a very worthy
replacement in the fiendishly difficult Prokofiev
Third Piano Concerto in C major Op.26.
Alexeev and Pappano were in total accord in
their perception of this overtly savage, primordial
score. Alexeev’s multifaceted playing produced
a vast range of sounds from brittle to metallic,
delicate to rugged, perfectly complemented
and matched by the LSO. Notably exciting were
the raucous and shrilly pointed woodwind interspersed
with the pianist’s spiky playing.
In the
slow movement Alexeev switched into a more
sombre mood taking on a sparse, stark fragrance,
with the LSO again producing sympathetic,
atmospheric accompaniment. In the concluding
Allegro the pianist again shifted gear,
his fragile playing producing a glistening
array of sounds; the concluding buoyant passages
had such ferocious energy it felt as if the
pianist and orchestra were bursting at the
seams, pouring out a cornucopia of sound:
this was an electrifying, high frequency performance.
Tchaikovsky’s
‘Pathétique’ was an ideal piece
for Pappano as it is that composer’s most
‘operatic’ of orchestral scores. It may be
no mere coincidence that some of the greatest
performances of this dramatic symphony have
been given by conductors famed for their work
in the opera house - Toscanini, Furtwängler,
Kleiber and Klemperer; Pappano’s moving account
seemed to reinforce this tradition.
The
opening, brooding bars of the Andante
were perfectly paced, the conductor setting
the mood magnificently, with the strings assuming
a grainy darkness. The climactic ‘despair’
development section was deeply intense, with
the brass in particular having a ferocious
cutting edge to their playing. After this
nerve shattering experience Pappano seamlessly
switched pace, with the closing bars taking
on a majestic and melancholic mood. The following
waltz was conducted with a lilting grace but
with dark and gloomy undertones. Often this
movement can seem too decorative and lightweight,
but Pappano teased out the inherent darkness
and an uncanny brooding sense of menace and
impending doom; a waltz in a twilit minefield.
Likewise, the March can often sound merely
bombastic and pompous but Pappano invested
it with true theatrical panache. The LSO excelled
themselves with the vivacity of their playing
with brass and bass drum being particularly
effective.
The
concluding Adagio lamentoso is often
played far too slowly, to wring out the emotions
– Bernstein comes to mind. Here, however,
Pappano took it at a faster pace, yet sacrificed
nothing in terms of intensity and poignancy.
There was a sense of urgent, nervous energy
to the haunting melody, rather than a doom
laden, dreary dirge. Pappano conducted with
great expressivity, with the concluding passages
from the ‘cellos and double basses throbbing
into infinity.
Such
was the intensity of this extraordinarily
operatic performance there were several seconds
of silence before the audience erupted into
well-deserved applause.
Alex Russell