Franz Welser-Möst, in 
          the past, has left me cold and unimpressed. 
          This concert brought about some pleasant surprises. 
          Richard Strauss’ Don Quixote is perhaps 
          not his most popular opus, yet it contains 
          the essence of the Straussian tone-picture. 
          Welser-Möst’s textbook conducting technique 
          ensured a high degree of uniformity of attack 
          and seemed to suit his overall approach to 
          Romanticism in its Straussian incarnation 
          – a refusal to over-indulge, a sensitive ear 
          for sonority and a keen sense of shape.
        
        Further, the LSO gave much 
          for him. Strauss’ ‘Fantastic variations on 
          a theme of knightly character’ date from 1896 
          and thus immediately post-date Zarathustra. 
          The variations depict in sound the adventures 
          of Quixote, from windmills and sheep to the 
          desirable Dulcinea and the Don’s final ‘defeat’ 
          at the hands of Samson Carrasco. It was interesting 
          that whilst the Don was named in the programme 
          (cellist Tim Hugh, of whom more anon), the 
          Sancho Panza (the excellent Edward Vandespar, 
          co-principal violist) was not.
        
        The LSO clearly enjoyed itself. 
          Woodwind were marvellously characterful, strings 
          were silky smooth. The harp-accompanied oboe 
          melody representing ‘ideal love’ was superbly 
          rendered, brass were punchy and world-class. 
          But more importantly than sectional excellence 
          was the fact that Welser-Möst refused 
          to allow textures to become saturated – yet 
          neither did he under-sell the music’s sweep. 
          Comedic elements (the muted brass chorale 
          in Variation IV, for example) were given their 
          full due, so much so that we had hallucinogenic, 
          possibly psychedelic, sheep in Variation II. 
          Astonishing that the violins could be so together 
          in the more testing passages, too. The climax 
          (Variation VII) could perhaps have carried 
          more import, although everything was in place.
        
        Hugh began rather tentatively, 
          not projecting enough. A pleasant enough entrance, 
          but we had to wait a while before anything 
          heroic emerged and again in Variation IV a 
          little more heart-on-sleeve emotion would 
          have been welcome. It was only towards the 
          end that Hugh opened out and relaxed into 
          Strauss’ sunny, lyrical lines.
        Shostakovich’s Sixth Symphony 
          is a far more forbidding prospect than any 
          Straussian decadence, especially the twenty 
          minute Largo that forms it first movement. 
          Here, paradoxically, Welser-Möst seemed 
          to have located the Romantic streak that eluded 
          him in the first half. The cello line that 
          initiates proceedings was extremely emotive. 
          However, there is a fine dividing line between 
          letting emotion speak and interventionism, 
          and it must be said that some violin lines 
          later on would have emerged with more import 
          of they had been left to speak starkly. That 
          said, Welser-Möst’s actual beat seemed 
          to imply some massive process of unfolding 
          and it has to be said there was evidence of 
          real vision here. The LSO rewarded their conductor 
          by some staggering playing – of especial note 
          were the cor anglais solo that launches the 
          first movement’s middle section, some truly 
          superb muted trumpets providing distant fanfares 
          and some exemplary timpani work from Nigel 
          Thomas (positively bullet-like in the finale). 
          It was also interesting how Welser-Möst 
          seemed to hear the return of the opening material 
          as circular rather than the logical outcome 
          of more directional sonata-form workings.
        
        The London Symphony Orchestra 
          as virtuoso ensemble sums up the Allegro. 
          If the bizarre side of Shostakovich was there, 
          however, the nightmarish side was merely hinted 
          at. Almost uncomfortably, ear-splittingly 
          loud at times, the perhaps empty heart of 
          the interpretation did come through as the 
          tension sagged in the middle. Again, more 
          could have been made of the cheeky, comic-book 
          antics of the Presto finale – only the end 
          came across as truly outrageous. A final mention 
          for leader Gordon Nikoitsch, whose spiky and 
          agile violin solo in this finale was pure 
          delight.
        
        
        Colin Clarke