The Czech Philharmonic has had something of an eventful history since its first concert, given under the baton of Antonín Dvořák in 1896. Since then, the orchestra has been conducted by a number of distinguished musicians, including Gustav Mahler. The turbulent history of this great orchestra is perhaps a reflection of the political upheavals that have taken place in their homeland: there have been numerous artistic upheavals and frequent replacements of chief conductors. The incumbent, Jiří Bělohlávek, was first appointed in 1990 but resigned in 1992 after an orchestral reorganisation. He was re-appointed in 2012 after no fewer than five conductors had been in the role since his first appointment.
Bělohlávek was the conductor here in Birmingham in the first concert in a tour of a number of UK concert halls. I was not prepared for the sound of this astonishing orchestra. The opening bars of Smetana’s tone poem From Bohemia’s Meadows and Forests feature a blast of full orchestral sound in glorious technicolour orchestration. This is no gentle pastoral scene as may have been imagined by Beethoven, more a bursting evocation of joyous folk celebration. The almost obsessive ostinatos anticipate the slightly weird sound-world of Janáček. The orchestra tore into these opening bars and immediately filled the hall with their sumptuous sound. The string sound was at once muscular and velvety, yet the wind players never had difficulty conveying their characteristic personalities.
It was refreshing to hear this instalment of Smetana’s epic cycle of tone poems Má Vlast, instead of the more frequently played Vltava. Like the latter tone poem, tonight’s is successful as a standalone concert item. It was obvious from their smiles that the players never tire of playing this music, particularly the rambunctious central polka. The coda arrives after a furious string unison variation on the opening ostinato, which had a terrifying bite in the hands of these players.
Hélène Grimaud joined the orchestra for a not entirely successful performance of Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto. Bělohlávek’s accompaniment was characteristically unfussy, an approach which paid dividends in a recent recording with a different orchestra and soloist. The first movement here was a rather unsettled experience and it was hard to pinpoint the reason for this. It may be that Grimaud’s interpretation had not had sufficient time to settle down given that this was the first night of their tour together. There was certainly a palpable discord between her approach and the orchestra’s. Bělohlávek was attentive but wind entries were a little too frequently late in their discursive interactions with Grimaud, who had a tendency to throw phrase endings carelessly away.