A concert of songs by obscure Russian and Soviet composers, given as part of a conference in the University of Durham’s music department had the potential to be a somewhat dry and academic affair, but this was not the case in this evening’s spirited performance by the Ukrainian soprano Natalia Kompaniyets, and pianist Patrick Zuk. Although the composers may have been largely unknown beyond the conference guests at the concert, the programme contained settings of works by some of Russia’s greatest romantic and symbolist poets, so it was perhaps not surprising that at times, the music was upstaged by the words.
The most interesting of these composers was, without doubt, Nikolay Myaskovsky whose settings of the symbolists Balmont and Hippius captured the shimmering decadence of the verses and were suppressed by the Soviet authorities for both their words and for Myaskovksy’s adventurous harmonies. Zinaida Hippius’s poem Leeches is a rather sickly affair and an extreme example of the genre (I see leeches clinging also to my soul... leeches, black leeches of ravening sin - you get the idea). Myaskovsky’s piano accompaniment of repeated falling intervals created an atmosphere of gloom and stagnation and Natalia Kompaniyets relished the words, spitting out the word leeches with menacing effect. This song was followed by Incantation, also to words by Hippius, which was a mesmerising, chant like piece, ending with a rhythmic heartbeat that rose to a triumphant climax.
Piano and voice were cleverly set off against each other in Mikhail Gnesin’s setting of another symbolist poem, The feather-light little bird by Konstantin Balmont, the piano taking the part of the innocent little bird, fluttering and trilling around the poet’s death-bed, oblivious to the thoroughly morbid words.
Although there was plenty of Slavic doom, with songs of death and lost love, these were interspersed with some delightful lighter pieces. I am here, Inesilla, a setting of a Pushkin poem by Vassarion Shebalin took us straight to Spain, with a thumping, rhythmic piano part and flamenco-style riffs. Straw by Aleksandr Alyabyev was a light-hearted, almost child-like march, the words a jokey little poem in praise of straw (the idea is that there are poems about everything else; battles, the moon, flowers, beauty, so why not straw).