Beethoven Symphony No. 7 in A major; Bartók – Duke Bluebeard’s Castle. Dorottya Láng, Judith; Krisztián Cser, Duke Bluebeard. Budapest Festival Orchestra, Iván Fischer conductor
This was a late choice of Prom – it was one I flagged up when booking, decided against, dithered, and finally bought a ticket for…..The BFO and Fischer are always worth hearing, though……..
This Beethoven 7 was a performance that emphasised how crude some of the period instrument performances can be, with their thwacked over-prominent timpani, blaring horns and wiry strings. It was joyous, finely balanced, beautifully played and the energy came as it were from inside the music and the orchestra, rather than feeling externally imposed. The orchestra wasn’t huge – for instance 6 cellos and 4 double basses – and placement of players helped the clarity and energy – double basses centre back row, split violins, and the timpani (period-type, and played with hard sticks) were placed behind the violas and cellos, blending in more with the overall orchestral sound, and not being allowed to predominate. Ivan Fischer allowed each player to breathe in the tempi he set– this couldn’t be called a driven performance, yet in allowing the players time to breathe, Fischer inspired infectious excitement in the sprung rhythms. The performance radiated geniality – maybe a Viennese flavour (though that’s an insult to a Hungarian orchestra) – but with split second precision – I loved the clarity of the timpani off-the-beat interventions in the scherzo, for instance. All the woodwind playing was outstanding, but particularly the flutes and oboes. The tempo for the finale was surprisingly fast, but the virtuosity of the strings was such that they managed all the notes without smudging them, while conveying both enjoyment and excitement. And the tempo set for the slow movement was exactly right – slowish, in comparative terms, but not ponderous. I found this performance about the best I’ve heard in recent years.
The hall was sold out and I suspect a lot of people had come mainly for the Beethoven. The audience stayed on for the second half but I sensed many in the audience didn’t know the work, and had problems with its idiom – there was quite a lot of coughing and restlessness at times. Also, curiously, when I van Fischer, in his role as the Bard, opened the opera with the spoken-word introduction, sections of the audience tittered at some of the lines…..why……..?!!
I am not as clued up on Bartok as I should be at my age. I have recordings of all the significant works, but very rarely play them. The only works I could really say I know well are the Concerto for Orchestra, the 3rd piano concerto, and this one. I keep meaning to have a sustained session with the quartets and never quite get round to it…..I got to know this work when I was a teenager through the old LSO Kertesz recording, which I bought second-hand. I last heard it live about 14 years ago conducted by Esa-Pekka Salonen with John Tomlinson and the Philharmonia. I also know that I went to its Proms premiere in 1971 (an extraordinary concert in retrospect conducted by Boulez, with Evelyn Lear and Thomas Stewart, and with Brendel playing the Schoenberg piano concerto in the first half….) and I also heard Boulez conduct it again in 1976 (taking in La Mer and L’apres-midi d’une faune in the first half!!).
The Bartok piece is not an ideal piece for the RAH – it has its massive climaxes, like the 5th door, but also a lot of the work is quiet, and complex harmonically, and must be difficult to hear in the upper ranges of the hall. It is also, like Pelleas and Melisande, an oblique, enigmatic work deliberately designed to create multiple meanings and uncertainty – which again is difficult for those encountering the work for the first time (people round me were flipping through their programmes, I guess trying to understand what was going on). There were other oddities going on round me – one guy behind me made a sudden dash for the exit before the opening of the final door, while somebody else struggled for 5 minutes taking his jacket off just before door 4 was opened, creating a whole maelstrom of chair squeaks and grunts).
Nevertheless, I found myself totally gripped by this performance – with surtitles and my side stalls seating near the stage, I felt fully involved in the action. I have always understood the work to be about the irreconcilable differences between men and women – or, perhaps, THIS man and THIS woman. It’s also about memory, people’s privacy and, yes, possessiveness as well (in both people). It works well in the concert hall and did so this evening, with the two singers on either side of the conductor, never looking at each other, without scores and utterly isolated. Judith made good use of her long hair at various points – gripping it, burying her face in it towards the end. Both the singers were Hungarian. Krisztián Cser as Bluebeard was utterly right in the part – tall, with clear diction, subtle infections of tone, and a slightly rasping deep voice with a wide range – he sung memorably about the tears when the 6th door was opened. Dorottya Láng as Judith looked equally convincing – tall, long blonde hair – and some of her singing in the quieter moments was beautifully phrased. She was a bit overwhelmed at time by the orchestra and struggled once with some of the very low-placed passages in her part. As Ivan Fischer was keen to point out in the programme notes, the Budapest orchestra has this work in their blood, and he further claims one has to know Hungarian to play the work well, so intertwined in the work are how the Hungarian words are spoken and how the melodic material for the voices is developed (like Janacek). Certainly there was some glorious playing – sweeping strings in the run up to the opening of the final door, the splendour of door 5 (though why wasn’t the RAH organ used? – an organist was advertised in the programme), and the glittering sounds of the Treasury were some of the memories I have of their playing.
A good Proms foot-thumping ovation followed at the end of this very fine concert. A pity there was no encore – but what could you possibly play after this devastating work?

























