By coincidence or not, the third week of the Enescu Festival in Bucharest proposed multiple conductor-less ensembles. Following the Mahler Chamber Orchestra’s performance, there were two consecutive evenings showcasing the prowess of Les Dissonances, the ensemble founded by violinist David Grimal almost two decades ago. All these concerts were a clear demonstration that the paradigm of musical forces being led by a Kapellmeister – as represented by Matthew Truscott (in MCO’s case) or Grimal – is still very much alive in the 21st century.
After a Ravel–Enescu–Stravinsky evening, Les Dissonances' second programme had a more symmetrical structure. A pair of violin-centred works of smaller dimensions, placed on both sides of the intermission, were bookended by two masterpieces of the first half of the 20th century. The two works with Grimal as soloist were barely an illustration of why the ensemble considers itself as a “laboratory of a collective of committed musicians”. Both Chausson and Ravel’s works included in the programme are rhapsodic in nature, the orchestra mostly supporting a soloist who has a clear leading role. Wielding a baton or a bow does not make a lot of difference.
Grimal captured well the melancholic nature of Chausson’s Poème, with its sound waves emerging from Lento e misterioso, gradually becoming agitated and pyrotechnical, and eventually finding their way back into tranquility. Like other Ravel compositions, Tzigane is arguably more interesting in its violin-piano version, the orchestration edulcorating the original. With its shifting speeds and rhythmical instability, the brief score is full of technical challenges that Grimal dispatched with great ease, drawing instead attention to the many harmonic transformations and to the soloist’s liberty to choose his path. Without a conductor, there was no potential clash of personalities giving mixed signals to the orchestra.
The evening started with Stravinsky’s suite from The Firebird. The execution was particularly clean, the solo instrumental moments – horn, bassoon, oboe – were pregnant. Overall, the level of cohesiveness attained by the members of the ensemble was impressive indeed. Everything was fine, but there were few sparks in this rendition. Entrances had no urgency. All these faultlessly executed changes in dynamic and rhythmic patterns were occasionally bland, not abrupt as they should have been. It was even more difficult than usual to fathom the shock felt by the spectators first hearing the music back in 1910.