Tuesday's concert saw the Oxford Philomusica displaced from the Grade I splendour of their home in the Sheldonian Theatre to the larger venue of the art-deco style New Theatre. The reason? Nigel Kennedy was in town. The violinist's three previous appearances with the ensemble had attracted full houses, and he drew a large and enthusiastic crowd again this time. Despite this overwhelmingly positive response, Kennedy's concern for showmanship meant that he often failed to hit the mark musically.
In order to build anticipation, Brahms' Third Symphony was first on the bill. The opening seemed slightly hesitant as the Philomusica struggled to adjust to the acoustics (with the woodwind sounding distant behind the Proscenium arch), but they soon settled into a light but muscular sound. Marios Papadopoulos constantly moved the music on, privileging flow over flexibility. Although this suited the tempestuous passages (in the development of the first movement, for example), a little more breathing space would have been appreciated at other points. It frequently created a sense of four-squareness, particularly in the third movement Poco allegretto, preventing Brahms' lines from fully flourishing and quashing the impact of some of the magical moments. However, it lent a welcome sense of propulsion to the fourth movement: the cello theme overflowed with joy, and the development section was taut and purposeful. There was still a sense that the orchestra wasn't entirely comfortable in their surroundings, with several patchy moments (the start of the third movement felt notably unsettled) and a touch of bite often intruding into their sound.
Entering with a shout of "Ready to rumble?", Nigel Kennedy was as much entertainer as musician. Bantering with the orchestra and fist-pumping the front desk, he began with a selection of three Bach Two-part inventions with Peter Adams, the orchestra's principal cellist. Careful but unfussy, the pair made light work of these pieces, tossing them off with refinement and grace (although Adams' articulation failed to match the crispness of Kennedy's).
Love it or hate it, it's impossible to deny an instinctive quality to Kennedy's playing: he is truly spontaneous, creating an interesting unpredictability. However, he seemed only to engage with the music on a moment-to-moment basis, meaning that his performance of Beethoven's Violin Concerto in D major often seemed to lack direction. Inconsistency was my principal objection with Kennedy's playing as a whole; moments of breathtaking beauty and vulnerability were followed by questionable intonation, and his sound often possessed a raw edge. His theatrical quirks (for example, the distracting foot stamps) would have been considerably more acceptable had they been accompanied by a more polished performance.