We have plenty of opportunities to hear Bruckner's Fourth and Ninth Symphonies and almost as many to hear Bruckner's Seventh. His Eighth is wheeled out for special occasions and the Fifth seems to be a popular item with German/Austrian orchestras on international tours. Once in a blue moon, we’ll hear the Sixth (usually when a big-name conductor wants to settle an argument about its ‘difficulty’) but performances of the early symphonies are as rare in Britain as the proverbial hen’s dentures.
So, there was much anticipation when the CBSO dusted off the Third Symphony, in its original (and longer) 1873 version for its second concert of the 2016-17 season, under its former Assistant Conductor (and Birmingham native) Alpesh Chauhan. Tagged as the “Wagner Symphony” (for no better reason than that the elder composer accepted Bruckner’s dedication of it to him), the work is in truth no more Wagnerian than any of its eight or so siblings and little is gained, and much perhaps lost, by emphasising the moments that reference Bruckner’s great mentor.
Chauhan avoided the pitfalls of point-scoring and spotlit exaggeration to concentrate on the work’s architecture and harmonics. He got things off to a thrillingly anticipatory start with the strings pulsing like a heartbeat against the opening trumpet figure and by the time the orchestra launched into the second subject (with an ‘echt’ Viennese spring in its step), it was clear that all would be well. The first movement is of formidable length – nearly 25 minutes – and its structure contains all the customary Brucknerian bear traps of sudden pauses, pregnant silences and wild changes of tempo: the hallmark style that Beecham waggishly likened to “coitus interruptus”. It was a measure of Chauhan’s mastery of the score that the hesitations and shifts between subjects seemed entirely organic, with no hint of the lumpishness that can afflict less confident performances. The final movement was particularly successful, bringing to vivid life Bruckner’s own description of “a ball taking place across the road from a room where a corpse is lying” and if attention occasionally wandered, this was less the fault of conductor and orchestra than a composer still finding his way (the Third is widely believed to be the symphony with which Bruckner attained maturity, but I give that accolade to the Fourth).