Gurrelieder, LPO, Gardner, RFH review - everything in place, but still something’s missing

Schoenberg’s “Song of the Wood Dove” takes up a mere 11 of the 100 minutes of his epic Gurrelieder, though it’s a crucial narrative of how King Waldemar of Gurre’s beloved Tove was murdered by his jealous queen. Last night, as in Simon Rattle’s 2017 Proms performance, stunning mezzo Karen Cargill came on stage, immediately in character, and with no reference to the score on the stand in front of her, showed everyone else how to do it.

At that point temperatures finally rose. They were to do so again, fitfully, in the rest of the work, where God-challenging, undead Waldemar leads his vassals in a supernatural wild ride, finally yielding to summer and sunrise. But for all Edward Gardner’s hard work on detail with his London Philharmonic Orchestra, pointing the way to the later, post-romantic Schoenberg which partly manifests.itself in the competion of the epic, a sense of occasion and the mind-pictures it needs to ignite rarely materialised.

The presence of both London Philharmonic and London Symphony voices, well drilled, made this feel like an extension of the Proms’ two-choirs spectaculars. But it also made us aware that big choral works like this often need the enveloping glow of the Albert Hall colosseum. The Royal Festival Hall is too dry a space for the dusky glitter of the opening, and in the nine richly-orchestrated Lieder which follow – Waldemar and Tove singing of their love and fears, yet apart – we also missed crucial luminosity in the soprano part, only adequately sung by Lisa Lindstrom (pictured below on the left with Gardner, David Butt Philip and LPO players). Tove should be cast with a Liù, not a Turandot.David Butt Philip, right at the start of a daunting season which will see him take on so many major heroic tenor roles, had the baritonal colour needed right at the start as well as the ringing top notes, but seemed too score-bound. Only after the interval, in his accusation of God as tyrant, did the drama leap off the page, and with full vocal security.

The “Wild Hunt” had due impact with the wall of men’s choruses, Wagner’s Gibichungs on steroids – but there are surely also echoes of the judgement-day canvas in Mahler’s “Resurrection” Symphony. Schoenberg’s melodic inspiration is very much his own, but the Danish original source of Jens Peter Jacobsen only highlights the patchwork nature of the drama’s progress. Robert Murray, like Cargill, truly performed his odd narration as the dead jester dragged along with the ghosts’ high noon, but then we hit a stumbling-block. Supertitles had kept us fully informed of the German text’s meaning, but for some reason the LPO had spent money on commissioning an English translation by Jeremy Sams of the quirky “melodrama” depicting “the Wild Hunt of the Summer Wind”. Alex Jennings (pictured above) played his part well, if with a touch of the Edith Sitwells; but why didn’t they call upon a German Lieder singer to manage the Spechstimme, the then-new demand for speaking on approximate pitches and in strict rhythm? Someone like Stephan Loges would have done it to perfection, as Thomas Quasthoff did for Rattle in 2017 (and I remember an octogenarian Hans Hotter in Paris).

No matter; the final sunrise chorus overwhelmed all those who were experiencing Gurrelieder for the first time. The inspirationally meaningful C major of Wagner’s Meistersinger it isn’t, but as an optimistic conclusion, composed in 1911 when Schoenberg must have least felt in the mood, it brings the circle of life around to light again. But please, when the next Gurrelieder comes around, could all the soloists perform it from memory, and with proper operatic intensity?

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