Olli Mustonen is a tantalising prospect on any roster. Seemingly with his fingers in all of the musical pies, he composes, conducts, directs music festivals, and all after having made his initial leap to prominence as a gifted pianist. These are the various avenues through which Mustonen applies his philosophy: that each performance should exhilarate with the feeling of first-time encounter. Tonight, Mustonen juggled the roles of pianist and conductor in an all-Mozartian programme. There were flashes of the sort of exhilaration for which he strives, though ultimately his uneven contributions bore mixed results.
The programme spotlighted two periods of Mozart's output, interspersing the Piano Concerto no. 26 and Symphony no. 38 from his mature Viennese period with the earlier Salzburg court entertainment of the Divertimento in D major and the Serenata notturna. Radiant D major roots the works in jocundity, and it was immediately clear that La Verdi have a gleam in their sound to match – silvery strings, fragile winds and an extreme attention to balance that ensures a melded whole. Mustonen added shape and spice to render the orchestra's contribution a stylish one.
Far from the edge-of-the-seat spontaneity that one expects from this conductor, his rendition of the Divertimento in D major possessed a sense of well-rehearsed control. The Allegro had an airy one in a bar feel, and the violins' razor-sharp semi-quavers chugged along rather than than scampered. Mustonen conjured vivid forms with his batonless paws, releasing high-hanging violins with a horizontal swoosh. The Andante's weeping willows unravelled to rococo gestures.
After such high-quality playing, it was unexpected when the aural cohesion crumbled in the Piano Concerto no. 26. A lack of balance blotted the introduction, and wind interjections were heavy-handed beneath the solo piano's opening passage. There were moments of insight from Mustonen – he quivered and vibrated with precarious intensity for much of the Allegro – though virtuoso passages were smudged in an overworked mining for material, and he smattered through some of the more obvious opportunities for expressivity (the metamorphosis from orchestra's rising minor 6th to piano's major 6th can be irresistibly sweet; here, it was flat). There is no doubting Mustonen's abilities as a pianist and conductor. But swinging from piano stool to upright conducting, there was the feeling that he had spread himself too thinly.