This evening’s programme of Messiaen and Bruckner ought to have come with a health warning beforehand – caution: not for the fainthearted.
Following on from Strauss’ Death and Transfiguration last month, the LSO’s programming seems to be continuing in a similar vein, with this concert united by the theme of death and religious conviction. Both Messiaen and Bruckner were Catholic, but where Messiaen remains optimistic about the inevitability of eternal life, Bruckner seems more resigned to his fate in death.
Messiaen’s Et exspecto resurrectionem mortuorum (I await the resurrection of the dead) draws upon the three central influences throughout his work: religion, birdsong and Eastern rhythms. Requiring no less than seven percussionists, the work was punctuated throughout by the sounding of two immense tam-tams, the larger one completely dwarfing the percussionist sandwiched between the two. At times they came in with a sudden crash, at others with a gradual crescendo. The ear-splitting roar of the tam-tam proved too much for some, who were forced to plug their ears in defence. I can only hope that the musicians themselves were protected with earplugs in such close proximity.
My neighbour referred to the piece as a ‘wall of sound’, though I’m not sure this is the kind of thing Phil Spector had in mind. In fact, this performance surpassed anything I’ve heard at a rock concert in terms of pure decibel level. Still, it would be a mistake to dismiss Messiaen as purely noise. This is a highly varied piece composed of several different building blocks in a mosaic-like pattern. The solemn opening winds revealed Messiaen’s background as a church organist, while the percussion sounded themes from both Eastern and Western religions. The second movement displayed an acute intimacy, with outstanding solos from the plaintive oboe and tender flute. At the opposite end, the piercing, almost human-like cries from the wind ensemble were particularly terrifying. Rattle used minimal direction here, allowing the musicians plenty of space to breathe and fill the expansiveness of Messiaen’s vast cathedral-like dimensions.
The highlight was the hypnotic finale signalling the impending resurrection, where gongs of different pitches sounded regular 4-beat groupings, in contrast to the rhythmic ambiguity of the previous sections. If this was the orchestral equivalent of a firework display, then the best was certainly saved until last.