Sibelius, Mahler, Elgar
The Swedish Radio Symphony Orchestra opened the Salzburg Days of Culture 2014 with Sibelius and Mahler in the Large Festival House. On the podium, its young Oxford-born Principal conductor Daniel Harding, a protege of Simon Rattle and the late Claudio Abbado.
Harding gave an innovative and fascinating reading of Mahler’s First Symphony in the second half of the concert. Although the full orchestral forces filled the stage, and the volume was up (where it should have been), the orchestra performed it almost as chamber music in scope if not in size. The lines in the different parts each stood out, interacted, and intertwined – it is now even clear what role the double basses have in the overall structure. Unfortunately, this reading exposed the individual orchestra members as not an orchestra of virtuosi – although overall quite good, they could be a little sloppy at times, and the interpretation left them no where to hide.
The first movement opened icily, perhaps echoing the Sibelius from the concert’s first half. Then, as the sound grew, a certain whimsical humor entered. The orchestra danced and skipped and clicked its heels right through the second movement, a bit precise but playful. The third movement dirge revealed new colors. The spare playing allowed new individual lines to emerge. And where the orchestra had danced together for the first two movements, now each line did its own thing to make up the whole. The final movement brought not a wall of sound, not a wave, but just a lot of individual sounds that added together in ways not always apparent in this work. Rather than overwhelming the audience, they gave us something somewhat more delicate but without sacrificing size.
As an encore, the orchestra did an equally full but tender Nimrod from Elgar’s Enigma Variations.
The Mahler (and Elgar) made up for the truly awful solo playing in the Sibelius Violin Concerto during the concert’s first half. Renaud Capuçon simply could not manage to get in tune. Where Harding and the orchestra did their best to create an icy atmosphere appropriate for Sibelius, Capuçon poured vinegar on the ice. His sour sound improved slightly as he warmed up during the performance, but warming up also does not go with Sibelius. His notes came out often sharp and jarring. He then treated us to a familiar-sounding encore (that I could not quite place – but I think it was a transcription for solo violin of something written for more instruments; whatever it was, Capuçon played it sharp and painfully but without substance).