Franz Welser-Möst’s programme was rather eclectic for this Carnegie Hall visit from the Cleveland Orchestra. Matthias Pintscher’s static, ethereal new work, Chute d’Étoiles (“Falling Stars”), found itself sandwiched between two of Beethoven’s busiest works, the Fourth Symphony and the Grosse Fuge, both of which are in the key of B flat major. Scriabin’s heady Le poème de l’extase then played coda to an already long concert. Trying to work out the connection between the four? So am I.
Beethoven and even new compositions are normal territory for Welser-Möst, who returns to Carnegie later in the season for three concerts with his (kind-of) other orchestra, the Vienna Philharmonic. But Scriabin’s orgiastic, brazenly sexual, deliciously over-the-top tone poem? It’s not a link I’d naturally make, and this perfomance didn’t persuade me to think otherwise. Where other conductors might tease out Scriabin’s fragrant atmospherics of ecstacy, much of Welser-Möst’s performance had a distinctly buttoned-up feel to it. Restrained coyness is not exactly what might best be expressed by this composer’s tumultuous expression. (Incidentally, the piece itself was premièred in at Carnegie.) Still, the Cleveland Orchestra’s ravishing embrace of sound compensated, a welcome reminder that, away from the East Coast, some of the great American orchestras have retained their distinctive but heavily Germanic flavour.
The Beethoven was markedly more successful, albeit with reservations. The Grosse Fuge, which still shocks with its radical fractures and haywire development, received a fine performance. Originally written as the conclusion to the Op. 130 quartet but published separately, the Fuge was later orchestrated for strings by the great Wagnerian and Beethoven advocate Hans von Bülow. Appropriately to that late development, Welser-Möst employed a large body of strings, and gave this piece full-on Wagner treatment rather than the clarity and leanness so fashionable in Beethoven performances nowadays. Much like its peer, the finale to the Ninth Symphony, the Fuge can be read as a single movement constructed from smaller movements, and what was so impressive from Welser-Möst was his emphasis of this structure. Some of the gear changes were a bit abrupt, but Welser-Möst found superb mystery in the slow section, and even the necessary wit towards the end. (Even here, after all, Beethoven is nothing if not funny.) The Cleveland Orchestra’s strings deserve credit for playing this with the internal detailing and contrapuntal drama necessary for an enlarged quartet, even if I missed the purity of attack evident in the original.