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Grosvenor, Filarmonica della Scala, Chailly, Barbican review - Tchaikovsky’s force of destiny shines bright | reviews, news & interviews

Grosvenor, Filarmonica della Scala, Chailly, Barbican review - Tchaikovsky’s force of destiny shines bright

Grosvenor, Filarmonica della Scala, Chailly, Barbican review - Tchaikovsky’s force of destiny shines bright

Dramatic flair and sonic luxury from the Italians in a night to remember

Riccardo Chailly at La ScalaBrescia e Amisano, Teatro della Scala

You could probably guess from the assembling audience that the orchestra making its Barbican debut last night came from Milan. That many mink coats rarely congregate in a London concert hall.

And under the baton of its music director Riccardo Chailly, the Filarmonica della Scala – vastly more than the house band of Italy’s most famous opera house – delivered an evening of luxurious sophistication, dressing over-familiar repertoire in haute couture that made some oft-maligned masterpieces shine out like Cinderella on her way to the ball.

La Scala’s seemingly unrufflable players, under Chailly’s economical yet masterful direction, were on home territory for the Rossini Overture to La gazza ladra (The Thieving Magpie). This playing set a pattern for the evening: measured tempi, attention to detail, spacious phrasing that breathed as a star singer might, a rich, dark tone as velvety as Chailly’s crimson podium, and an ability to pace crescendos that later paid remarkable dividends in the Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 4. Today fast tempi are often considered historically informed and orchestras can sound as if they're eyeing the next train out. But Chailly’s viewpoint was altogether different: allowing the music room to breathe gave the ear and mind time to take in the significance of each harmony, along with the nuance, balance and structure that ultimately build meaning.

Benjamin Grosvenor (pictured below by Patrick Allen/Opera Omnia), the British former prodigy turned national treasure, was soloist for the Grieg Piano Concerto. Now in his mid-twenties, he still looks about 12, but his playing has gained in heft and his assured virtuosity seemed much at home in the fire, ice and thunder of this ever-popular work. He is the least showy of performers, but plays with an assurance in which his manual choreography is a joy to witness. And he matched the orchestra’s suave power with sizeable tone that never lost its sheen of beauty: silken passagework, modest and sincere songfulness and a magnificently paced cadenza, to which Chailly and the orchestra responded as if with hushed awe.Benjamin GrosvenorThere was perhaps a downside to Chailly’s leisurely approach: with lavish rubato, the first movement occasionally slowed to a sleepy pace, and at times during the finale Grosvenor seemed to be trying to propel the music forward with more overt energy than the orchestra, which once or twice responded with what sounded like a completely different tempo. But thoughts of this were wiped out by Grosvenor’s encore, Grieg's rather pure-sounding Poème érotique, played with disarming tenderness.

So to Tchaikovsky’s Fourth. Oh no, not again? Well, that crunching noise you can hear is the sound of a critic eating her words. Hear an interpretation like this one and you see why this work is played so often: it’s fabulous. In Chailly’s hands the first movement emerged as an overwhelming emotional statement, marvellously paced and structured, heart and logic fusing to spectacular effect. With musical drama like this, who needs opera? 

The choral brass opening was a glory, the strings would give a great chorus a run for its money, and the woodwind were exceptional: if the oboist ever needed oxygen in the opening of the second movement, there was precious little sign of it – he’s either a master of circular breathing or has lungs the size of La Scala itself. The pizzicato third movement worked balletic magic, and the crash-bang-wallop fourth does what it usually does, only a lot better than usual, all of it aided by the loving attention to detail that characterised the whole concert. Try the phrasing of the cellos’ counter-melody in the first movement’s second theme, lifting on a diminuendo like a tenor reaching for a falsetto top register; or the subtle lean at the top of a falling chromatic run in the woodwind; or the smoothness of the sure-fire exchange between sections at the end of the third movement.

And here’s a chewy question about cause and effect. Listening to an Italian opera orchestra playing a Russian symphony, do we hear Verdian influences in the music because we expect to, or because of the orchestra’s style of playing? The work opens with a powerful fanfare, designed as a "Fate" motif; there follow two main themes, the first brooding, chromatically yearning, the second plaintive and lilting. The patterns of each bear a certain resemblance to Verdi’s Overture to La forza del destino, and the agony of fate is what this symphony is all about. It's worth some thought. 

An encore from Verdi himself – the Overture to I vespri siciliani – sent us home hoping for a return visit from the Milanese as soon as possible. 


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