Philip Glass had already broken through the so-called “Curse of The Ninth” after completing his Tenth Symphony in 2012 – a mere six months after his Ninth. And when that was over, came the speculations wondering whether his best symphonies (the Eighth and Ninth) were already behind him. I think we can safely say that this is not the case, as his Symphony no. 11 gives us a Philip Glass back in his signature repetitive style, following a five year break from his rather lackluster but adventurous Tenth. The work was co-commissioned by the Bruckner Orchestra Linz, and Istanbul Music Festival. The work is thematically very close to his 2015 Double Concerto for Two Pianos and Orchestra, also co-commissioned by another Turkish institution, the Borusan Istanbul Philharmonic Orchestra (BIPO) who were on stage with their artistic director and principal conductor Sascha Goetzel for this evening’s concert to play the symphony's Turkish première.
Glass’ Eleventh echoes recent symphonies in structure, designed in three movements. The first movement’s initial invocation was definitely Brucknerian, almost a homage in its unrelenting dialogues between the strings and the brass with heavy duty falling on the shoulders of tuba and bass trombone. As it progressed, the movement reminded me of a Spanish Rhapsody with off-the-beat percussive strikes and Iberian chord progressions. The BIPO is a very fine orchestra, but it is primarily their brass and percussion sections that make them stand out, and during the first movement’s many interludes, it was the brass that kept the musical conversation interesting. What was most interesting about the first movement was the complex polyrhythms the composer has put into use. Although, on the surface, the ideas sounded simple enough, once you started to count the beats, you couldn’t easily make them out. It was on the heels of the increasing harmonic tension and rhythmic density that we arrived at the more serene second movement. The middle act, more reliant on strings, featured an uncharacteristically tranquil Sascha Goetzel, known for his joyous and festive style of conducting. As static as he was on the podium, that didn’t take away from his masterful fine-tuning of his orchestra. He frequently hushed the brass and the woodwinds in favour of the strings to accommodate for the excess reverberation of the hall. He slowly lifted the veil off his strong brass guns though, as the movement peaked towards a final eruption, provoking an early ovation from the audience.