There were two very different reasons why I chose to go to last night’s Royal Northern Sinfonia concert at Sage Gateshead, which themselves highlighted the odd duality of the programme. The first reason was the chance to hear string orchestra works by Shostakovich and Stravinsky. The second was that the programme offered a chance to hear soprano Elizabeth Watts.
Stravinsky wrote his Concerto in D for in 1946 for the 20th anniversary of the Basel Orchestra. It’s a beautifully crafted work which looks back to the Baroque concerto grosso: three contrasting dances with the spotlight falling alternately on the ensemble and on small solo groups. Directed from the leader’s chair by Kyra Humphreys, Royal Northern Sinfonia’s strings were crisp and tight. During the quieter middle section of the first movement the orchestra kept the musical line beautifully sustained through Stravinsky’s fragments and pauses, before the music returned to jazzier rhythms and some exciting solo work from first the cellos and basses, then the upper strings. There was more of this to enjoy in the restless, buzzing third movement too.
Anyone who thinks that Stravinsky is all spiky rhythms and noise should consider the second movement of the Concerto in D: Royal Northern Sinfonia glided gracefully through this wistfully nostalgic waltz, summoning up a lost era of long gloves and taffeta, that must have seemed even more poignant when it was first played in post-war Europe.
Rudolf Barshai’s arrangements of some of Shostakovich’s string quartets, such as Chamber symphony in A flat, from the Tenth Quartet, require the players to combine the very private world of Shostakovich’s quartet writing with the public statements of his symphonies, and I felt that Royal Northern Sinfonia were keeping this duality in mind. The outer movements were outward looking; the first filled with menace, and the fourth seeming to find a way forwards, particularly towards the end when the cellos and basses sang out the theme passionately under the twitchy violins. There was bright optimism too in Kyra Humphreys’s final solo, the middle movements though were intimately raw, a frighteningly public exposure of misery. The violence of the second movement was utterly terrifying, beating relentlessly at the doors to the darkest corners of the mind. After that, the third movement feels like a healing balm but Royal Northern Sinfonia quickly made it clear that this was a very bleak, icy comfort, full of sadness.