Much has been said about orchestras having a particular “sound”, with countless cogitations about how this might have changed the identity of orchestras over the years. Some orchestras have sought to preserve a sound based on their geographical home, while others have their sound shaped purely by their conductors’ musical ideologies. For example, there is a fundamental aesthetic difference between the distinctively Bohemian sound of the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra under Karel Ančerl and the more international sound of the London Symphony Orchestra, or the period sound of the Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique.
The Dresden Philharmonic was formed in 1870 at the height of the Romantic era, and its “Dresden sound”, particularly in Romantic repertoire, is something that it has tried hard to hang on to. Nowhere was this more evident than in the opening salvo to the Dresdners’ latest UK concert, with principal conductor Michael Sanderling constructing a programme full of high spirits, high drama and heightened tensions. Characterised by warm, sumptuous strings, chorale-like woodwinds and noble brass, Sanderling’s treatment of Weber’s Overture to Euryanthe was more Wagner than Beethoven, and quite rightly so, with rich and precise playing and a delectable and well-rounded orchestral palette.
This aural luxuriance continued into the next piece, as Arabella Steinbacher joined the orchestra for a refined and cultured performance of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. Steinbacher’s natural lyricism lent itself well to this piece, for all its exuberance, and although it was a more introspective approach, it was no less satisfying. Sweeping melodic lines were carefully nurtured, supported sympathetically and attentively by Sanderling, with a fine balance struck between soloist and orchestra, and with Steinbacher’s sweetness of tone and evenness of timbre across all registers really coming to the fore. The piece was well-shaped but almost over-structured in places, with the first movement slightly more on the Moderato side and occasional moments of lethargy, but nothing was exaggerated. Steinbacher is a class act, gliding with linear guise through the momentous first movement, pushing the boundaries of the Canzonetta with melancholic beauty and serenity, and thrusting into the spirited high jinx of the Finale, both soloist and orchestra exuding precise flitting and jabbing and Steinbacher demonstrating poise and effortless virtuosity, as she did throughout.