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BBC Symphony Orchestra, Saraste, Barbican Hall

BBC Symphony Orchestra, Saraste, Barbican Hall

Two Sibelius symphonies make a crowd in a fellow Finn's technically accomplished interpretations

Sibelius in 1923, the year in which he completed the Sixth Symphony

Is it ever a good idea to programme two symphonies by one composer in a single concert? Maverick Valery Gergiev is likely to stand alone in applying the rule to Mahler. Yet curiously his Prom marathon of two big instalments made more sense as stages on a journey than yoking together the outwardly less time-consuming symphonic adventures of Sibelius.

Is it ever a good idea to programme two symphonies by one composer in a single concert? Maverick Valery Gergiev is likely to stand alone in applying the rule to Mahler. Yet curiously his Prom marathon of two big instalments made more sense as stages on a journey than yoking together the outwardly less time-consuming symphonic adventures of Sibelius. Jukka-Pekka Saraste's attempt last night to run the opposing approaches of the last two Sibelius symphonies head to head worked no better than usual.

Maybe it partly felt that way because I have too fixed an idea of how much there is behind the notes of the clear, concise Sixth, how it needs room to breathe and resonate (and its usual place at the beginning of a concert isn't much good, either). But it was a surprise to find the usually nuanced Saraste (pictured below) presenting it as an acid-etched exercise in Neo-Classical brevity, coming across in the process a bit like those conductors Shostakovich disparagingly termed "mezzo-fortists". A certain directness in the strings' opening hymn might be no bad thing, and it worked better still at a comparable point in the otherwise more monumental Seventh. But why abstract the wood magic of the mysterious second movement, turning its post-Wagnerian forest murmurs - one of the most haunting moments in all Sibelius - into bland, unquiet string semiquavers that never came off the printed page? Rhythms were sprung, to be sure, powering the brief whirls of Scherzo and Finale, but the exaltation and heartsurge of Sibelius's outdoor-church psalm-singing never really took flight.

Jukka-Pekka SarasteSaraste's more comprehensibly individual approach to the Seventh was one I could warm to, at least in the way he built swiftly yet organically to the first of Helen Vollam's effortlessly voiced trombone-solo cornerstones, and steered away from the last towards the more embattled closing pages. But again there was hardly enough of the sunshine or shadows in the valleys between, effortlessly though Saraste mastered the difficult tempo changes.

As controlled interpretations, these were streets ahead of anything the over-deliberate Osmo Vänskä can achieve. But while Saraste seems to be putting technical mastery ahead of depth in his Sibelius these days, it was all in marked contrast to the richer perspectives Sakari Oramo had brought to the Third Symphony in the launch of the BBC Symphony's Sibelius cycle back in October; and last week Ed Gardner's richer colourings supporting Gerald Finley in the orchestral songs seemed shot through with a greater sense of adventure.

But then the same had applied to Gardner's programme. Last night's first half was a bit of a so-what affair. Bartók's Dance Suite allowed Saraste to demonstrate that essential component of great conducting, the freedom of rubato, in the deceptively spontaneous-seeming way the Hungarian inspirations lurch into life. But what's it all amount to, anyway, beyond a skilful application of orchestral to local colour? The question is probably one György Kurtág more pertinently wants us to ask of his enigmatic, episodic ...concertante..., receiving its UK premiere some years after the first performance with the same accomplished soloists for whom Kurtág wrote the work, violinist Hiromi Kikuchi and her husband, the Concertgebouw's principal viola Ken Hakii.

Their beginning and endgame in half-lit consonance proved spellbinding, as were several of the strange partnerships they forged in-between with members of an unorthodox orchestra. But Kurtág's manner seems to work best in epigrams, not 24 minutes of would-be-fluid concertante dialogue. And did the 10 percussionists, the multiple woodwind and the cimbalom player really make their mark even at the more refined end of the spectrum? Not sufficiently to leave the audience anything more than baffled, and not in a good way.

Comments

Yes, for some reason I never understood, pairing more than one Sibelius symphony in a concert doesn't seem to work very well. I heard Paavo Berglund do the 6th and the 7th (without a break) with the LPO in 2003 and he only managed to get something going in the latter. Rattle did much better in Berlin earlier last year, playing the last three symphonies in the same concert, though there the 7th seemed to me a little too rough around the edges.

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