The first movement of Shostakovich’s Symphony no. 13 in B flat minor, “Babi Yar” sets a poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko about the 1941 massacre near Kyiv. As the BBC Proms audience prepared to take its seats on Friday evening, Donald Trump sat down with Vladimir Putin in Alaska to discuss an invasion that has led to the deaths of thousands of Ukrainians. Dangerous times and a dangerous score, which in the hands of Ryan Bancroft and the BBC National Orchestra of Wales throbbed with menace.
Before the Shostakovich came two doses of what a certain generation might have called “funky vibes”. First, the UK premiere of Sofia Gubaidulina’s Revue Music for Symphony Orchestra and Jazz Band. Originally composed in 1976 and subsequently revised in 1995 and 2002, it’s a strange work that has neo-Wagnerian sounds clashing with edgy American jazz. It never quite settles, with the constant flipping between classical and jazz sounding more incoherent than strategically chaotic. Backing singers provide ethereal vocals, reinforced by indecipherable whispering from players in the orchestra and towards the end, spoken lines from the poet Afansy Fet. There were strong performances from the orchestra – a fine cello solo and pinpoint percussion stood out – but failed to make a convincing case for the work.
Benjamin Grosvenor then joined the orchestra for Ravel’s Piano Concerto in G major, taking the first movement with a ruminative and delicate touch, the tone warm and rounded. Proms audiences often come in for some criticism, but in the second movement there was a remarkable sense of hush and attentiveness to Grosvenor’s playing, where he conjured the lightest of sounds, with a style that at times seemed to evoke Bach in the profundity of sound produced. The balance with the orchestra was deftly managed, with silky clarinets and fragrant flutes caressing, rather than competing with, Grosvenor’s playing. And then the third movement, a boisterous joy with pert brass interjecting across suddenly spunky piano-playing, every note defined and vibrant. A pulse-rating treat that rightly drew cheers from the audience.