Alina Ibragimova barely glanced up from her score during her Bach concerto with Britten Sinfonia last night, and the result was some of the most intense, beautiful music-making I can recall hearing. With just six members of the orchestra providing her with impeccable support, this was a performance of a sort of off-the-cuff brilliance in which Ibragimova sounded like she was simply playing a favourite piece of hers in private. Every touch, every shift of style or mood, seemed spontaneous, born of an impulsive, powerful love. The ensemble’s imperfect balance (it turns out that a three-person continuo section slightly overpowers a three-person orchestra plus soloist) only made me lean in further, and pay even closer attention to this exceptional performance.
It was a performance that meant I’d probably have taken anything that followed with a smile on my face, and especially a piece as sonically lush as Ēriks Ešenvalds’ AQUA, for strings and small chorus. Setting an aquatically-themed quotation from the Gospel of Matthew, AQUA – here on its world première tour – sounded like a compendium of ways to evoke water and the sea. From humming wine glasses to waves of rich chords in strings, AQUA was perhaps not the most groundbreaking composition (it veered perilously close to arty-nature-documentary territory at times), but there was plenty to enjoy in its sensuous, evocative tones.
Ešenvalds was the first of two Latvian composers on the bill, which carried the title “Baltic Nights”. The second was Pēteris Vasks, whose substantial violin concerto Distant Light saw Ibragimova return to the stage in the second half. Vasks has said that the concerto concerns itself with the idea of a “more ideal world”, and it carries a delicate note of optimism through its soft shimmerings, swishes of colour and occasional bursts of tonal harmonies. This introspective and rather sweet composition was a wonderful fit for Ibragimova’s impassioned, serious style, especially when coupled with Britten Sinfonia, who find a way to get straight to the soul of whatever they happen to play.