Bartók: Concerto for Orchestra; Emilie LeBel: the sediments (TSO Fee); Bartók: The Miraculous Mandarin. Toronto Symphony Orchestra, Gustavo Gimeno, conductor; Toronto Mendelssohn Choir, Jean-Sébastien Vallée, TMC Inventive Director. Nov. 21, 2024 at Roy Thomson Corridor. Continues Nov. 22 and 23; tickets right here.
A Hungarian sandwich with up to date Canadian filling — this was a live performance for connoisseur tastes, wherein a lower than capability viewers loved a feast of dazzling and sometimes stomach-churning drama, contrasting with the blander pop on provide elsewhere on the town.
Composed in U.S. exile, Bartók’s Concerto for Orchestra is definitely the perfect recognized of this season’s sequence of seven examples of the style, all of which prepare the highlight onto the collective skills of the TSO.
Accessible and evasive in equal measure, it’s a celebration of all that an orchestra can provide, from tremulous thriller to folk-like joviality, to nocturnal anguish, sarcasm, and finally invigorating fireplace. Gimeno and his gamers struck the right stability between characterization, bravura, and architectural dramaturgy, as they fearlessly negotiated the labyrinth of metrical dislocations and transitions.
The Introduzione was tightly managed however by no means artificially contrived — all the time spontaneous, and with loads of room for particular person inventiveness. Alongside wit and mischief, there was a satisfying poker-faced high quality to the ironic episodes within the second and fourth actions, particularly the Shostakovich ‘Leningrad’ Symphony send-up, which handed with out gratuitous point-making. The Elegia was hauntingly atmospheric, whereas the Dionysian dances of the finale had been nearly dangerously infectious, although right here the brass might have lower via much more with out detriment to the stability.
The Sediments, a 15-minute TSO fee from the Canadian Emilie LeBel, was the correct of palette-cleanser. With an environmentalist agenda, this tone poem explores orchestral colors, particularly prolonged percussion, to attract a meditative picture of nature’s previous, current and future:
‘Water flows on, whether or not I’m right here or not. Every little thing that ever was remains to be right here’, in line with the composer’s quick assertion. Beginning with a bang, varied atmospheric figurations rise and regularly develop into additional successions of increasing clusters. These are interjected with episodes of wind and water sound results (a reminder of the New-Age composer Kitaro’s Silkroad music, however with out the tacky tunes). The entire thing just isn’t dissimilar to a Christopher Nolan soundtrack — epic-scale music with cosmic aspirations, that lingers within the thoughts however doesn’t dramatically evolve.
The traffic-jam noises of the concrete jungle firstly of the Miraculous Mandarin provided exactly the impolite awakening Bartók supposed. In his quick opening remarks, Gimeno, referred to however didn’t spell out the problematic story of this ‘grotesque pantomime’ as designated by its writer, Melchior Lengyel, inviting the viewers to focus slightly on the orchestral colors.
Worthy of a number of set off warnings, the lurid story is of three tramps forcing a woman to lure passers-by in order that they’ll rob them. The primary two entrapped males don’t have any cash and are thrown again into the streets; the third, the Mandarin, is rich and unique, but inscrutable. The woman is compelled to proceed to bop for him, resulting in a violent chase scene. The tramps overpower and attempt to kill the Mandarin by stabbing and hanging him. However it is just after the woman satisfies his want that his wounds start to bleed and he dies.
So vivid had been the characterizations and mood-paintings Gimeno drew from the orchestra that there was no mistaking the disturbing violence and eroticism of this really miraculous rating. Sharp, incisive articulation, alongside manic drive and urgency had been instantly on the agenda. Temptations to sensuality and sensuousness had been prevented, to get replaced by darkish, macabre eroticism, as within the clarinet’s seductively alluring themes, slightly suggestive of Egon Schiele’s disturbing nudes.
The Toronto Mendelssohn Choir joined in for the few ghostly notes depicting the glowing physique of the Mandarin (an extravagant requirement of the complete pantomime rating slightly than the Suite), earlier than the ritualistic climax because the woman embraces the Mandarin and the descending glissandi as he bleeds to dying. An unforgettable night, then, and a testomony to music’s energy to evoke terror and horror in addition to vigour.
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