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Von Otter, BBCSO, Oramo, Barbican

Von Otter, BBCSO, Oramo, Barbican

Subtle heartbreak in Ravel and poleaxing Nielsen crown another concert stunner

Anne Sofie von Otter: poised but never inflexibleMats Baecker

Hair-raising guaranteed or your money back: that might have been a publicity gambit, had there been one, for Sakari Oramo’s latest journey with the BBC Symphony Orchestra around a Nielsen symphony. That he knows the ropes to scale the granite cliff face of the Danish composer’s Fourth, “Inextinguishable”, Symphony was not in doubt (he gave a shattering performance with his own City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra at the 1999 Proms).

Less expected was his confounding of much-maligned Barbican acoustics with layered impressionism in a Sibelius tone-poem and Zemlinsky songs, and of an utterly personal approach to the neo-Baroque in Ravel’s Le tombeau de Couperin. All this and that most stylish of mezzos Anne Sofie von Otter as a diamond in the crown.

The programme started with a shock – for me, at any rate. Having earlier in the week taken students on a Nielsen/Sibelius course through Rattle’s CBSO recording of Sibelius’s The Oceanides – one of his best, in demonstration-worthy sound – the first bars last night jolted me into realizing that Oramo had chosen to espouse an earlier version. The second of three, in fact, that Sibelius feverishly composed before making his American conducting debut in the 1914. It lacks the familiar take’s clear but still organic shape, the irresistible bubbling up of two flutes to play dolphin-like on the ocean’s surface, the Tristanesque oboe theme and the crowning storm. Instead we get astonishing lower-string colourings and woodwind flurries that anticipate the supernatural world of Sibelius’s last tone-poem Tapiola (perfect darkness to the perfect lucidity of The Oceanides’ last revision, and due to launch the last concert in this series). So Oceanides Mark Two was very much worth hearing, especially in so ravishingly textured a performance.

ZemlinskyClose associate of Mahler and Schoenberg Alexander Zemlinsky (pictured right) knew his palette, too. His setting of six poems by symbolist flesh-creeper Maurice Maeterlinck much preoccupied with medievalised death are perhaps more pointillist than impressionistic. There was wonderful chamber-musical co-ordination between von Otter’s gleaming, word-rich mezzo and the oboe and celesta some way from her. If this is a voice one size too small for the occasional onrush of romantic orchestral sound – Wagnerian mezzo turned soprano Petra Lang with Jurowski back in 2010 was ideal in that respect – then it had its own virtues of blending as another instrument with the orchestra. The ballad-like refrains had a typical modesty, and von Otter’s vivid, tale-telling platform demeanour – poised but never inflexible – should be a model to gurning, straining performers like Magdalena Kožena, Lady Rattle.

Tears threatened to well up here, but the Maeterlinckian relationship with the grim reaper in Zemlinsky’s hand is too strange and chameleonic to let any one emotion settle for long. The heartbreak came in Ravel’s utterly personal homage to Couperin harpsichord pieces, finally dedicated to friends killed in the First World War. Glitter of waves and bittersweet period evocation keep mourning at bay, but the BBCSO woodwind led by the peerless Richard Simpson, realizing to the full the suite’s oboe-concerto dimension, pierced the soul with their subtleties. Prélude and Rigaudon flashed along with an articulation that made light of their difficulties; it was the pauses for woodwind thought Oramo allowed in the Forlane and the very much emphasized juggernaut of grief that swells up unexpectedly at the heart of the Menuet which went deepest.

Not only the woodwind but also the strings are stripped bareIf ever there was perfection in a second half, as well as a showcase of an orchestra’s and conductor’s versatility of style, this was it. With the opening eruption of Nielsen’s Fourth we were on terra infirma, made whole only by the life-force of the great theme which drives the symphony to an ultimate victory much more compact and persuasive than the comparable ends of Beethoven’s Fifth and Mahler’s Third.

This time not only the woodwind – and the BBC Symphony’s are every inch the individual equal of their counterparts in the Berlin Philharmonic – but also the strings are stripped bare.The searing single, then double, lines of the slow movement “like an eagle on the wind”, according to the composer, had all the tone and definition you expect from one of the world’s great orchestras. It seemed hardly possible to surpass this intensity, but the duel of the two sets of timpani in the finale – Jeremy Cornes whiplash-dominant, Matthew Perry more thunderous – chipped on before Oramo crowned the work, the evening and his glorious Nielsen cycle so far with the most thrilling peroration in any symphony. Except, that is, the Fifth, so you’d better book tickets for the next fabulous instalment now.  

The BBC Symphony’s woodwind are every inch the individual equal of their counterparts in the Berlin Philharmonic

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