The regular home of the Dresden Philharmonic, Dresden’s Kulturpalast, is currently being renovated, and as a result the orchestra is taking residence in a number of venues around the city, including the city theatre, and the renowned Frauenkirche. However, the majority of their concerts this season are taking place in the Albertinum, one of Dresden’s many art galleries. The large hall where the concerts take place is an interesting space for a concert, lacking the imposing 19th-century grandeur of most concert halls, having instead a very modern feel. It’s a more welcoming place, with a fresh atmosphere and may attract a slightly different audience to the concerts. Sadly, what is has in ambience is not matched by its acoustic. The large, high-ceilinged box is very boomy, and throughout the evening, detail was lost leaving only a wash of impressionistic sound in its wake, a great shame when the orchestra play so well.
One thing the hall does render well is dynamics, and in the orchestra’s first piece, the prelude from Mussorgsky’s Khovanshchina, the playing was enchanting. The opera depicts a rebellion against the Westernisation of Russia, and in the prelude Mussorgsky beautifully evokes the intangible mysticism of the Russian soul. This is not a dramatic piece, and seems to lack a strong musical narrative, but its brevity stops this being a fault, and instead creates a mood of extended meditation. The hall gave the orchestra’s wonderfully hushed pianissimos a bloom, which kept the sound luscious and blended in spite of the almost impossibly quiet dynamics.
Sadly, where drama and bite were called for, the hall masked the orchestra’s efforts. The opening of Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto no. 1 was less grand than it often is, and far more melancholy, offering a new perspective on this well-known work. The soloist, Tzimon Barto, was similarly subtle and his colourful delivery touched on much new ground, giving the strong and strident chords a softness and delicacy. Throughout this performance, there was a simplicity of delivery and a sensitivity to colour, in which the orchestra and soloist really worked together in this refreshing interpretation. However, there was something missing too. In the subtlety of the shading, everything was reduced to pastel tones, and the sparkle was often lost completely, emerging only in the final moments of the first and last movements. It was wonderful to see this new take on an old classic, but it needed a little more variety, and a little more life within the nostalgia.
Barto’s encore, a Chopin Nocturne, was completely enrapturing from the start. Beautifully hushed and despite the slow tempo the lines were long and unbroken. But as it went on there was too little contrast; the music has such vast differences of emotion, but Barto’s performance bordered on monotone.