Whenever Brahms is mentioned, songs and symphonies often come straight to mind: after all, the man was the master of all things symphonic, even his piano sonatas being called “veiled symphonies” by his mentor, Schumann. But what would a Brahms marathon be without a nod to his chamber music? In honour of such great and less performed repertoire, Kings Place enjoyed a visit from the long-running ensemble Endymion, a mix-and-match chamber group with a solid reputation, for the latest installment in the venue’s Brahms Unwrapped series.
The first item on the programme was Brahms’ Clarinet Trio, played by Mark van de Wiel (clarinet), Adrian Bradbury (cello) and Daniel Tong (piano). The first movement was bleak without being empty, the passive-aggressive textures simmering interestingly below the surface. The second movement was simple yet yearning, strands of melody interweaving pleasantly in contrast to the anxious first movement. The third movement was also pleasantly refreshing; the final movement whipped up a tumultuous storm of angst and suppressed sorrow.
Intriguingly enough, the second item was not the first of Brahms’ clarinet sonatas, but the second. Clarinettist Mark van de Wiel took the opportunity while the audience was settling to introduce the second of the night’s pianists, Daniel Lebhardt. Currently studying at the Royal Academy of Music, the concert was the young Hungarian pianist’s debut at Kings Place and as a member of Endymion. He was clearly a little nervous to begin with, the first movement somewhat lacking in self-assurance and consequently in need of more weight and a more sonorous tone to match van de Wiel’s billowing yet direct sound. The mismatch between the pair made the Amabile feel more unsettled than affectionate. In the second movement, however, the balance shifted the other way: Lebhardt’s playing came to life, a rich but direct Appassionato sound allowing the pianist to unleash his expression boundlessly; van de Wiel, on the other hand, seemed to be contending with his instrument, violently over-blowing in an (evidently futile) attempt to get more sound out of the clarinet than it wished to give. Once again, there was a slight mismatch of intentions, the pair not entirely meeting in the middle. What was to come next was far more cohesive, each of the instrumentalists skittering sentimentality across the runs in the Andante, and exploding with passion in the Allegro.