A centenary season must be full of ghostsmain
Last night’s CBSO100 concert contained a major premiere, alongside two works previously reviewed:
CBSO at Symphony Hall ★★★★
Gary Carpenter’s Ghost Songs, a CBSO Centenary Commission, was the perfect showcase for the CBSO’s Youth Chorus and Children’s Chorus. The six songs, based on poems by Marion Angus, Robert Louis Stevenson and the prolific Anon., explored aspects of dream, nightmare and the uncanny. This was a sparkling performance with Carpenter skilfully balancing a large orchestra with scintillating dabs of colour from the percussion and galumphing humour from the tuba. The chorus gave a whooping “be off!” to Stevenson’s ogres and had great fun with the comic Wee,Wee Man, ending with the delicate shimmer of All Souls’ Eve.
Vaughan Williams’ A London Symphony is criticised for its pictorial elements – Westminster Chimes, jingling hansom cabs and street sellers’ cries. The Edwardian-theme-park conceit is a partial view of a symphony whose brooding, melancholy is more important. While the opening movement’s fortissimo march strutted along full of bumptious vulgarity, snappy brass to the fore, the CBSO’s associate conductor Michael Seal also laid bare its brittle, febrile quality – just one step from the jingoism that led to the war to end wars. The lento second movement was achingly sad with the poignant solo contributions from horn (Elspeth Dutch), viola (Adam Römer) and cor anglais (Rachael Pankhurst) small gleams of light in the crepuscular gloom. No pomp and circumstance big finish, just a hushed barcarolle as the Thames laps into the darkness to come. John Foulds’ overture April – England was a refreshing take on standard bucolic pastoralism, its chugging bass ostinato a presage of minimalism.
a very fine concert; well worth my 200-mile round trip by train and a modest hotel charge
acoustics superb, of course
I enjoyed the Carpenter: an ‘easy’ idiom but intelligent as well as touching the emotions; though the Foulds from 90 years earlier sounded more modern in places!
good to see David Powell back on the front desk of the cellos; a much better career than the one his Oxford Jurisprudece degree might have condemned him to