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Tognetti, Australian Chamber Orchestra, Cadogan Hall
Tognetti, Australian Chamber Orchestra, Cadogan Hall
The Australian Chamber Orchestra give the concert of the summer
Australia has many fine exports – wine, women, gap year anecdotes – but increasingly it is her orchestras that are setting the standard.
Peteris Vasks is hardly the name on everyone’s lips, but the music of this contemporary Latvian composer sits squarely at the junction of Arvo Pärt and John Tavener – a meditative, non-threatening wash of textural shades and bittersweet diatonic harmony. Opening with the UK premiere of his fey “fantasy for violin and [string] orchestra” Vox Amoris (note the avoidance of the term “concerto”) was bold. Known for their attack and power of ensemble tone, the ACO had to carve into the pre-concert semi-silence with only the most fragile of tremolos, growing with tentative poise into a sustained texture. Vasks’ hallmark glissandos provided primordial melodic stirrings, punctuated by the hollow knock of a plucked finish.
Spread above this texture was Richard Tognetti’s solo violin part, the “vox amoris” itself, swooning with strangely chaste lyricism. A sort of secular take on Tavener’s The Protecting Veil, Vox Amoris places its soloist in the same relation to the supporting orchestra, setting its fluid cantilena high above, in an almost transcendent meditation – and later frenzy – of emotion.
Tognetti’s great strength as a violinist is his intelligence, bringing absolute musical commitment at the expense of self-regard. What could have been just a lovely and indulgent line became something rather more unsettled under his fingers; exposing the music’s deliberate discontinuities and half-finished thoughts, he offered them up to the audience unpolished. By the time we reached the vulnerable close – a dying flutter of ever-rising harmonics – the lyricism had its context: not a resolution, but a hope perpetually unfulfilled. Vasks’ is not a substantial piece, but Tognetti and the ACO made much of its gossamer, melt-in-the-ear beauty.
Thence to Beethoven and his Fourth Piano Concerto – a shift of personnel, several centuries and a world of technique. Joined by the oozingly charismatic Dejan Lazić at the piano the orchestra launched into the playful opening, role-playing gleefully as the various characters Beethoven offers up with the first few orchestral bars, mocking the seriousness of the soloist’s own music. Here was the ACO whose stylish energy took me so completely by surprise back when I first heard them live. Conductorless, driven by Tognetti’s lunging, dipping form, the orchestra (who play standing – surely the source of the “classical rockstars” description that has been so frequently bandied about) sway as one, and the chief pleasure of their live performance is watching this communication pass from smiling eye to eye among the band.
Liquid and improvisatorily fluent in his runs, Lazić tended towards a slightly heavy-handed approach in the opening movement, perhaps misjudging the warmth of the ACO’s sound for blunt power. Both his cadenzas however – in which we fleetingly abandoned Beethoven and slipped into Chopin – were a guilty delight, and the third movement offered an unexpected trip to a Viennese salon, deliciously light-footed and complete with pizzicato air kisses from the strings. Its closing section brought yet another tone to proceedings however, suddenly amping up the intensity and moving from the witty matter-of-factness of an Austen ballroom to the seething angst of a George Eliot parlour.
It took very little persuasion for Lazić to return and dispatch the impossibly silken Chopin waltz that his fingers had been itching for all evening.
Had the concert finished here honour would have been served, but the account of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony that followed the interval was another creature altogether. Swift, intelligent and vividly nuanced – the first 20 bars were a microcosm of what was to come. Linking the first subject to its development and response and making sense of a motif so often heard in isolation, the orchestra produced the most glitteringly polished account of the symphony; each phrase was understood and balanced, each wind interjection or string echo given loving attention, and all at a speed that, if it never rushed, never paused or hesitated either. We romped with controlled abandon to the last movement where the brass and long-awaited contra-bassoon grounded the exhilarating sense of arrival in the strings.
All this, and the closing movement of Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony by way of encore. On several occasions this Proms season an ill-chosen encore has sabotaged an otherwise strong concert, but the decidedly non-novelty choice of Mozart, with its ever so slight emotional easing-off from the Beethoven was perfection. I’m still not sure why this concert took place in the comparatively intimate Cadogan Hall rather then the Barbican, Royal Festival Hall or even the Royal Albert Hall, but am selfishly delighted that it did. There can have been few among the small – but capacity – crowd last night who did not leave intending to return. The ACO are not rockstars; they are the real deal.
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