This programme tied together two revered late works by two great, and greatly contrasted, composers. Mozart's autumnal Clarinet Concerto looks back on a full life with equal measures of engagement and reflection, while Bruckner's valedictory, and incomplete, final symphony (dedicatee:God) looks forward, to a life beyond the mortal one. Both are familiar, and perhaps over-programmed works, so the challenge for the CBSO under conductor James Feddeck was to offer fresh insights while avoiding the routine.
Their cause was aided greatly in the Mozart by soloist Michael Collins' choice of the basset clarinet, for which the concerto was written, in preference to the smoother tones of the modern instrument. This gave the solo part an arresting edge which contrasted with the hushed orchestral accompaniment – reined back almost to a whisper during the Andante –and served equally well in the more extrovert outer movements: the gallop of the finale was especially piquant. Collins, genial and earthy next to Feddeck's more ascetic presence on the podium, proved himself a stalwart advocate for the piece, as powerful when playing in concert with the orchestra as in his spotlit solo role. This was a performance as alert and life-enhancing as anyone could wish for: the bear traps of blandness were sidestepped with agility.
Of all Bruckner's works, the 9th symphony best exemplifies the critical standby phrase 'cathedral of sound'. We are as well-acquainted with the phrase as we are with the work, yet it persists for a reason. The atmosphere conveyed by Bruckner's sound world is akin to the sensation we feel when entering such a building – that sense of feeling almost obliged to hold the breath, at least as a token of respect for the hours of devotional labour that went into its construction. Those looking for Bruckner's lighter side will search in vain: he didn't have one. But he did occasionally send his congregation out into the fields, to hunt, or to climb mountains, or just to breathe the fresh air. There is another view of Bruckner, which places as much emphasis on the view from the stained glass windows as it does on the granite of the walls and foundations.
Feddeck – an emerging talent who is acquiring a reputation for salvaging concerts when the advertised conductor is indisposed - offered intermittent glimpses of this other Bruckner, without achieving the last degree of individuality that makes for a truly memorable performance. Perhaps what was missing was the element of ease between conductor and band that can only come with repeated encounters? But considering this was his debut with the orchestra, Feddeck impressed with his authority and sense of architecture: Bruckner's long paragraphs, jolting pauses and sudden, eloquent silences were all made to seem entirely natural and unforced.