The last concert at the Royal Festival Hall before lockdown featured Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, a taut account “blazing with revolutionary fire”. A lot has happened in the world since, of course, not least the Black Lives Matter movement in the wake of the unlawful killing of George Floyd in May. A seminal moment in the UK protests that followed came when a black man stepped in to rescue a white counter-protester caught in a confrontation outside the Southbank Centre. Dylan Martinez’ photograph of Patrick Hutchinson carrying this man to safety went viral, more powerful than many words could express.
Last night, before a handful of guests but recorded for future streaming, the hall resounded to Beethoven’s Fifth again. This time it was performed by Chineke!, the first majority Black, Asian and ethnically diverse orchestra in Europe. It was preceded by the world premiere of Remnants, the response of composer James B Wilson and poet Yomi Sode to that defining BLM moment, in a programme conducted by Kevin John Edusei entitled “Black Legacies”.
Nervy strings and scurrying woodwinds, aggressive brass and snarling percussion set an angry scene. String swells herald something ominous… but just when it’s getting interesting, Wilson’s music subsides to suspended chords, groans over which Sode recites his text. The repeated refrain “We have been here before” sums up the poet’s anger and frustration, blacks “forcefully swallowing our dignity”. The photograph is likened to a Caravaggio, “to Christ on the cross”. It’s undeniably powerful oratory, but it felt detached from the rest of the score.
Perhaps as a result, the closing performance of Beethoven’s Fifth felt similarly angry. The opening movement was curt, clipped, driven by Edusei at a breathless pace, the Fate motif growing increasingly testy. The Andante con moto was taken at a flowing tempo, almost like the Pastoral’s babbling brook, while the horns launched the theme of the third movement with a real swing. The contrapuntal Trio section was taken at breakneck speed, garbled and challenging clean articulation, but bristling fiercely. Ironically, the finale sounded a lot less hectic, the performance’s pent-up anger released not in triumph, but great joy.