Nielsen's Maskarade Overture should have been the ideal way to launch the 2015 BBC Proms. In the festival's 120th year, one would expect that the first concert would begin with a bang. While the actual fireworks came after Gary Carpenter's Dadaville, the musical fireworks were saved for the end.
The First Night of the Proms is always a piecemeal affair, with the chosen repertoire a nod to the various strands of programming which run throughout the season. 2015 is Carl Nielsen's 150th anniversary year, hence the season-opener. It seemed a shame that the work opened in such a polite manner, particularly given that its end was spirited. While the ensemble was tight and precise – suiting Nielsen's textural clarity – the BBC Symphony Orchestra's performance seemed to be lacking in spark.
Gary Carpenter's Dadaville would have been a better way to kick off proceedings. Taking its name from an artwork by Max Ernst, the piece was inspired as much by the notes 'D' and 'A' which make up 'Dada' as the artistic movement itself. The notes act as reference points, providing a solid foundation for a series of contrasting episodes. Ranging from Ravel to Ginastera, these are underpinned by infectious rhythms and attractively orchestrated, with some excellent parts for individual players: principal trombone Helen Vollam and saxophonist Tim Holmes revelled in their solos. The disparate ideas gradually coalesced, driving the piece towards its end: a brief reference to the start of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, and that was it. Colourful, engaging and witty: perfectly pitched for the First Night, and which deserves to be heard in its rightful place as concert opener.
The forces of the BBC Symphony Orchestra were significantly reduced for Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 20 in D minor. Sakari Oramo directed a performance which was stormy and dramatic: the opening orchestral passage was sufficiently murky and evocative that it wouldn't have seemed out of place in Don Giovanni. A sense of barely suppressed anxiety pervaded the first movement, with unsettling dynamic swells and simmering tension; unfortunately, this manifested itself as a tendency to rush in the finale. Soloist Lars Vogt played in an honest, straightforward manner, with little rubato. In the Romance, his sound was bright rather than warm, moving through the phrases with a genial simplicity. Vogt's interest is in counterpoint: in the cadenzas, he appeared to take pleasure in the mechanics of Mozart's writing rather than the expressive implications. While Vogt's playing was perfectly enjoyable, he didn't seem to have a great deal to say with the piece: much of the atmosphere was thanks to the orchestra.