Sergei Rachmaninov and Alexander von Zemlinsky share almost exactly the same dates (the Russian 1873-1943, the Austrian 1871-1942). Both ended up in exile in the USA and both suffered criticism for not taking account of the musical advances around them. But Rachmaninov’s career began in ignominy (the disastrous premiere of his First Symphony) and concluded with the composer-pianist hailed as one of the greatest musical celebrities of the day; Zemlinsky’s started with enormous promise yet ended in poverty followed by a long posthumous neglect. Bringing the two composers together, therefore, made for a rewarding concert, one that combined a work that needed no introduction, Rachmaninov’s Third Piano Concerto, with one from the same decade that has only relatively recently been brought into the repertoire, Zemlinsky’s tone poem Die Seejungfrau.
Marc-André Hamelin has such an unassuming manner at the piano and wears his virtuosity so lightly that one often senses a disconnect between the visual impression and the sounds that emerge from his playing. His first entry as soloist in the Rachmaninov concerto managed to combine purpose with a sense of nonchalance, an almost languorous outlining of the opening theme before the rate of notes begins to amass. Likewise, he gave a meltingly lyrical but unsentimental exposition of the second theme, in which, as everywhere, the articulation was deliciously clean yet pregnant with colour, tone and emotion. In the second movement he combined shapely phrasing with just the right amount of expressive rubato, matched throughout by the sumptuous playing of Vladimir Jurowski’s London Philharmonic. And even when the temperature in the music rises, such as in the link to the finale, there was never any feeling of barnstorming or flashiness, just a serious presentation of the melodic and rhythmic impulse. The finale itself was sprightly at the start, powerfully purposeful by its end, and even through its welter of notes Hamelin’s touch was light, airy and focused, allowing the counterpoint to speak and the harmonic subtleties to tell. Above all, this was a profoundly musical interpretation, one in which the listener was able to marvel at the sheer detail of Rachmaninov’s compositional magic while revelling in the virtuosic ease that Hamelin brought to it. He capped it with a typically fleet-footed encore of a little Gershwin fantasy by Earl Wild that had a captivating mood all of its own.