FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE
Yuri Bashmet &
Youth Symphony Orchestra of Russia
University Cultural Centre Concert Hall
Wednesday (12 September 2018 )
This review was published in The Straits Times on 17 September 2018 with the title "Singapore violinist a bright spark".
It
is always interesting to hear a youth orchestra from the land that gave the world
talents like Kissin, Vengerov and Volodos. Their last names alone will register
a stir of recognition, as would Bashmet, founder-director and chief conductor
of the Youth Symphony Orchestra of Russia, who also happens to be the world’s
most famous violist.
The
young players were over-stretched by its elaborations, sounding raw and exposed
at times, not helped by the venue’s dry and unflattering acoustics.
Inexperience also hampered the ensemble while accompanying violinist Tatiana
Samouil in Tchaikovsky’s indestructible Violin Concerto, where they were
not always in sync.
A
former prizewinner at the Tchaikovsky’s International Violin Competition,
Samouil exuded a warm and sumptuous tone in a reading that was conducted at a
broad and almost leisurely tempo. Only in the vivacious finale did sparks fly,
but sounded like a mad scramble towards the end.
The
brightest spark of the first half came in 11-year-old Singaporean violinist
Chloe Chua’s partnership with Samouil in Vivaldi’s Concerto in A minor
for two violins (RV.522). That the Menuhin Competition winner was able to hold
her own, matching every move of a professional four times her age and two heads
taller was just stunning. And she looked like enjoying every bit of the outing
too.
All
doubts about the orchestra’s prowess were dispelled in a stirring and heartfelt
performance of Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony. This was the composer’s
attempt at atonement after being criticised by Stalin for an earlier opera
deemed decadent and anti-Soviet. Another failure would have meant the gulag, or
worse.
The
slashing discords that opened the four-movement work were played with
conviction and unanimity of purpose. Soon decibels piled on with a juggernaut
of a march, whose sheer volume and stridency was potentiated by the hall. With
eardrums pricked and pinned to the wall, one’s full attention was gotten but
the pain was certainly worth the effort. The 2nd movement’s irony
was less than subtle, deliberately so, but what truly tugged at the heart was
the Largo slow movement.
Bashmet
yielded a feast of catharsis from the strings, and when one thought the level
of pathos could not be bested, a new high was attained. Even the banality of
the finale, described in the programme notes as a “triumphal march”, could not
disguise the passion displayed all around. True depth of emotion and artistry
shines through, especially at knife-point and the threat of death.
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