In one of Europe’s hottest capitals (that day), a sizeable Edinburgh crowd gathered in the shade of the Dovecot Studios for this season’s final RSNO chamber concert. Once seated, peripheral vision might have led you to believe you were in one of the brightest libraries ever assembled, but the shelves, lining the length of the venue, contain reels of wool, this being the home of a tapestry studio and exhibition space.
Positioned in front of two giant looms, a string quartet drawn from the ranks of the RSNO opened with Haydn’s String Quartet in D major Op. 76 no. 5. The quartet’s sound in the elegant 6/8 exposition was beautifully clear. The calm Allegretto opening is something of a “garden path” as it returns as an Allegro in the recapitulation. Between these contrasting incarnations, there was some wonderful counterpoint in which Francesca Hunt’s lovely viola sound made its presence felt, especially when pushed to the fore by syncopation. The movement also contained some lightly handled ornamental passages and impressive high-wire work by first violin, Barbara Paterson.
The sound darkened noticeably in the following Largo cantabile e mesto, due to the reduced instance of open strings in the new key of F sharp major. I felt that the quartet really captured the movement’s wistful nature. Some nice rhythmic trickery followed in the Menuetto, where notes grouped in twos challenged the triple metre. Impressed as I was by William Paterson’s steadying quavers in the minor-key Trio, I wondered for a moment if the lively acoustic was perhaps a disadvantage in this movement. In the only other chamber concert I’ve attended in this venue, the musicians set up at the opposite, shallow end of this former swimming pool. Could choice of end possibly make a difference in a symmetrical venue? I was confounded further by crystal-clear cello semiquavers in the following Finale: Presto. There is clearly much more to the science of acoustics than meets the ear. This movement featured some energising, repeated quavers in fifths, which, for some reason, brought to mind Bryan Ferry’s take on “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall”. Thankfully, these quickly filled out into quite dramatic harmony, which seemed to fuel the exhilarating sense of animated abandon in this performance.
A musical equivalent of the open skylights above the musicians took the form of Wolf’s 1887 Italian Serenade. The quartet clinched the mercurial feel of this piece, which oscillates between airy brightness and tongue-in-cheek melodramatic vigour. One touch of the former, nicely marked here, was the oxygenating quaver rest which appears when the joyous second theme is in full flight. A fine example of the latter appeared in the “recitative” moments for cello which were nicely delivered. Perusing the score of this deceptively breezy sounding work later, I was struck by its tonal and rhythmic sophistication and its very detailed articulation. If, as Quintillian asserts, “the perfection of art is to conceal art”, then this piece, and this performance, provided a wonderful illustration of that process.