Perianes, Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal, Payare, Barbican review - elegance and drama but not enough bite

When the Venezuelan Rafael Payare was appointed as conductor of the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal (OSM) two years ago, his first action was to blast his way through a French Berlitz course.

A graduate of the El Sistema music-teaching project – where he had made his mark in the Simón Bolívar Orchestra as a horn player – one of his key challenges was to master from scratch the language in which this staunchly Francophone orchestra conducts its rehearsals.

Watching him conduct however – his tall angular frame sometimes hunched-bird-of-prey like on the podium, sometimes erupting into a nimble dance – it’s clear that Payare has expressive powers that far transcend language. Over his years as a conductor he’s divided opinion – some hailing him for his electricity and dynamism, others worrying that he has a tendency to sacrifice speed for expressiveness – yet in the concert’s first half there was no doubt about the rapport he has with this superlatively streamlined orchestra.

The evening opened with Iranian-Canadian composer Iman Habibi’s Jeder Baum spricht (Every tree speaks) a response to Beethoven’s evocations of nature in Symphonies 5 and 6. Composed for the 250^th anniversary of Beethoven’s birth in 2020, it’s a rousing evocation of a world thrown into chaos by climate change.

After an elemental opening led by double basses that quickly rose to a climax augmented by kettle drums, the orchestra launched into a Rite-of-Spring-like frenzy. Payare skilfully negotiated the transition between the frenetic passages and more lush lyrical interludes which seemed to evoke babbling mountain streams and sunlight slanting through trees. There were moments when the performance clearly conveyed the sense of a planet teetering on apocalypse and others when it felt as if we were in a rhapsodic Vaughan-Williamesque world. At the end of the thrilling finale, in which the entire orchestra shivered to a crescendo, the whole hall resounded with the piece’s explosive energy.

 

Aptly we then had Beethoven to respond, but in place of Symphony 5 or 6 we had his Piano Concerto No 1. (Famously this is in fact his third concerto, following an abandoned teenage effort and the protracted years of experiment that led to what’s now described as his Piano Concerto No 2). Respected Spanish pianist Javier Perianes (pictured just above - a replacement for Daniil Trifonov) took the helm for this with an ease and assurance that made it a sheer joy to listen to. His modest stage presence – in which he sat and listened to the orchestra for the introduction as if he were a member of the audience – was in counterpoint to the effortless brilliance with which he executed everything from the crisp demisemiquaver triplets to the shimmering arpeggiated sequences.

Though there were points when it felt that Payare could have had more eye contact with Perianes, this was an elegant and beautifully modulated account of the concerto, with piano and orchestra deftly matching each other in tone and rhythm. The Mozartian influence was clear in the grace and supple humour of the OSM’s playing, but so too was the sense of rhetorical bite and dark rumbling undertones that Beethoven made so distinctively his own.

At moments Perianes’ playing was giddily joyful at others it was swooningly lyrical, as, for instance, at the start of the second Largo movement in which the notes resonated with a teardrop clarity. In the galloping final movement, Perianes brought out the full humour of passages jaunty enough to accompany a Harold Lloyd movie, before bringing a darker resonance to the finish. Throughout Payare’s control of the orchestra was both meticulous and ebullient. At the energetic orchestral approach to the piano’s final cadenza (which by contrast was richly introspective), he almost took off from the podium in his enthusiasm.

After the interval we had the programmatic highlight of the evening, Berlioz’s Symphonie fantastique, which the 26-year-old composer had dedicated somewhat disturbingly to the Irish actress Harriet Smithson. As the programme notes reminded us, he described the symphony itself as the recreation of an “opium dream” in which he dreamed that he had killed his love and was taken to the scaffold, only to be visited by her in a witches’ sabbath. Their subsequent marriage was a disaster.

Throughout the evening Payare had proved himself as deft at creating moments of stillness as he was at stirring the orchestra to full frenzy. At the opening of the first Rêveries – Passions movement, the plaintive sweetness of the violins dominated before the playing became more agitated, escalating to tempest level by the end. In the Bal (Ball) movement, it felt as if we were sweeping round a ballroom with light glinting off the chandeliers. The Scène aux champs (Scene in the Countryside) movement was a pastoral delight, with the woodwind and strings seeming to evoke birdsong in trees swayed by a light breeze.

Yet the performance of these three movements was also so elegantly controlled that it was difficult to get a sense of the wild unhinged energy that underpinned Berlioz’s motivation for composing the music. Yes, there only needed to be a hint of this in the earlier movements, but they felt more champagne and canapés than opium dream.

It was in the more overtly macabre final movements – Marche au supplice (March to the Scaffold) and Sange d’une nuit du Sabbat that the drama truly became compelling. Not least during the infamous bells sequence – played here by two special commissioned church-style bells weighing in at 451kg – which lifted the whole performance to another dimension both musically and spiritually. Throughout this last movement Payare stirred the orchestra to a performance of rich colour, whether it was the double basses and tubas with their sonorous menace, or the violins rattling the bows on their strings so they sounded like dancing skeletons. Now that the OSM has invested in the bells, it will be interesting to see how this interpretation grows in future performances.

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