Camargo
Guarnieri: Symphony No. 4 “Brasilia”
Bernstein:
Symphonic Dances from West Side Story
Berio:
Sinfonia
São Paulo
Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop, Swingle Singers
This
evening’s concert began with a protest, and very musical and well organised it
was too. About five minutes before the start of the show, the audience sitting
in the right wing of the choir stalls all stood up and began singing.
Eventually a banner was unfurled, making clear that the protest was against
Shell, who were sponsoring the event. The protesters sang well, they even
included a verse in Portuguese (it might have been Spanish) for the benefit of
our guests, and in the last verse they all filed out of the hall, creating a
live fadeout effect as one by one they left. A twitter barrage after the event
made clear that the singers were part of a campaign called “Shell out sounds”, campaigning
against Shell’s sponsorship of the arts, “No sponsorship by oil companies in a
time of climate change”. Does corporate sponsorship for a concert exacerbate climate
change? I’d have thought flying a symphony orchestra from the other side of the
world to perform would have a greater impact. However, there are plenty of peripheral
issues involved, as the campaigners’ blog post on the event spells out: http://shelloutsounds.org/
Unfortunately
for the partisans, the sheer quality of what followed soon consigned their
protest to a dim and insignificant memory. The São Paulo Symphony was on top
form, and presented a well-structured programme with all the jest and passion
we’ve come to expect from touring South American ensembles, but also with
musical standards that could match those of any of the world’s top orchestras.
The programme covered three bases: Leonard Bernstein, whose leading advocate
was conducting; Brazil, this is, after all, the country’s flagship orchestra;
and the 1960s, the decade that The Rest is Noise festival is currently
celebrating. More often than not, such competing demands result in a programme
that looks like it was designed by committee, one that didn’t include any
musicians. But the three works presented this evening, diverse as they were,
did everything required of them, and each was given a spectacular reading.
Camargo
Guarnieri’s Fourth Symphony is subtitled “Brasília”, after the country’s
capital, inaugurated in 1960, just three years before the work’s composition.
And its dedicated to Lenny: so there’s Brazil, the 1960s and Bernstein right
there. The symphony is a big-boned lively piece, with plenty of syncopation in
its well-proportioned themes. There is an endearing directness about the
musical discourse: the orchestration, while skilful, is fairly two dimensional,
with the families rarely divided up and all the colours kept separate. There
isn’t much counterpoint to speak of, apart from in a short fugato section in
the finale. More often the lower strings or brass will play an accompaniment on
the beat while the violins or woodwind play a more syncopated melody. As a
symphony, it could be accused of lacking substance, but it’s short and doesn’t
outstay its welcome, making it an ideal concert opener.
Bernstein’s
Symphonic Dances from West Side Story
brought out the best in everybody, not least Marin Alsop, who was in her
element. But her São
Paulo players were keen to emphasise the sheer quantity of Latin American music
here, especially the Cha-cha and Mambo movements, which were performed with a
passion too rarely heard on the London concert stage. The performance was
characterised by heady passion combined with excellent control of tonal colour
and balance. The Mambo in particular shone, not only for the blaring mariachi
trumpets, but also for the fact that the whole orchestra was clearly audible
beneath them, and not a single detail of the instrumentation was lost. In an
all-round excellent concert, the Bernstein performance stood out – performance
wise – as the highlight of the evening.
Composition
wise, the crown goes to Berio, whose Sinfonia
represents the 60s spirit distilled into symphonic form. As such, it was the
ideal work to programme in the 1960s segment of The Rest is Noise festival. The
fact that neither the work, nor even its composer even get a mention in the
book is one of its many unforgivable omissions, and not the only one that the
Southbank Centre has made amends for in this year’s programming.
The
Swingle Singers were in fine form, and all there vocal tricks were well
projected by the amplification. Listening to the work on CD it is easy to
overlook just how taxing this piece is for the vocalists, and while they all
did well, none of them made it look easy. The orchestra was challenged too in
places, and their pointillistic interjections it the “O King” movement weren’t
quite up the precision that defined the first half. But the tuttis were all
excellent, especially in the complex third movement and in the oppressive
finale. Alsop did well to hold the third movement together, but she didn’t
manage to give the vocalists the same amount of space as Boulez and Eötvös manage in their respective recordings.
As a result, tenor Oliver Griffiths had often had to speak his lines faster
than he seemed comfortable with, and spit out the accents to make sure they synchronised.
So a little lacking in poise at its most taxing moments, but otherwise a fine
performance.
The
short running time of the programme suggested an encore was planned, and as it
turned out, we were in for a real treat. The orchestra performed a lavish
arrangement of James P. Johnson’s Victory
Stride, complete with extended piano break, Dixieland clarinet solo and
some great effects from the brass. But best of all, the Swingle Singers
returned to the stage and scatted along in their own inimitable way. They were
worked into the arrangement, so that there were question and answer effects
between the violins (often standing) and the singers. The individual members
also took a few solos, most memorably one of the basses, who did an improvised “trombone”
solo, complete with actions. A fitting end to a fine concert, one that is
likely to prove a highlight of The Rest is Noise festival, and indeed the
entire season.
