Chief conductor of the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra, Sakari Oramo directed the third of his four Prom appearances this season, and brought to life in glorious Technicolor a programme of works by four composers with seemingly little in common save for their shared responses to mood and place.
Italy has long been an inspiration for non-compatriot composers (Elgar’s In the South, Liszt’s Années de Pèlerinage and Tchaikovsky’s Souvenir de Florence spring to mind) and the opening item in Prom 61 was no exception. From young Swedish composer Andrea Tarrodi (born 1981) we heard the UK première of Liguria (2012), an orchestral soundscape that she describes as a musical “walking tour” of five small fishing villages on Italy’s stunning Ligurian coastline. Atmospheric, colourful, vibrant, Liguria covers a lot of ground without providing any specific musical portrait except for the opening surge of sound from tremolo strings, bass drum and gong evoking the swell of the sea. A languorous four-note motif from the cor anglais promises much but then leads to ostinato figuration with a guiro slicing the air to playful effect. After a rousing climax, the music subsides into nocturnal whispering – slithering violins adding mystery – and brought to a close this sparkling score.
In Samuel Barber’s Knoxville Summer of 1915 Renée Fleming was an ardent soloist for a performance where she and Oramo took a non-sentimental approach, preferring moderate to fastish tempi rather than any Romantic indulgence. A shame, since the heavily-laden text needs more space in a venue of this size and where Fleming’s diction was not always crystal clear. Billed as a soprano, it was her warmer mezzo range that was more gratifying where she delivered lustrous, chocolate tones. Balance between her and the players’ polished orchestral support was well judged, and the unresolved final chord ending fifteen minutes of nostalgia was magical. Fleming returned to sing Barber’s equally poignant song Sure on this shining night – bewitching, intimate and simple – a gem of a song (also setting a text by James Agee) that held the audience spellbound.