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AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

★★★★

Royal Festival Hall

AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

Royal Festival Hall

★★★★

“An Alpine Symphony is a sonic spectacular”

The London Philharmonic Orchestra were in fine form for this evening’s An Alpine Symphony.

The evening opened with the European premiere of Pasajes (Passages – 2022), composed by LPO Composer-in-Residence Tania León. The composer describes the 14-minute piece as “flashes in my memory”. A musical experience of León’s Cuban childhood memories and sounds including birdsong and the rhythm of the Carnaval. Instead of conga drums, here the kettle drums pick up the Latin American beat. The orchestra felt underused with the eight double-basses mostly plucking on one note.

Edvard Grieg’s Piano Concerto in A minor, Op.16 (1870) is the only concerto he completed, but it is still one of the freshest-sounding and heroically emotional piano concertos of the Romantic era. In a last-minute change of artist, tonight it was played by one of Britain’s most treasured musicians, the pianist Steven Osborne OBE, who replaced the remarkable 18-year-old Alexandra Dovgan who suddenly “had to withdraw from this concert due to visa difficulties”.

The Concerto is in three movements and opens with one of concert music’s most famous and dramatic openings, which is always breathtaking. The lyrical Adagio unfolds with just strings playing the ravishing main theme and unfolds with a deeply touching expressivity before plunging into the thrilling last movement with its beautiful flute solo (Juliette Bausor), lovely duet with piano and first cello (Kristina Blaumane) and its vigorous Norwegian folk tunes.

Osborne’s performance had him bouncing off his seat and with his staccato hands it was technically brilliant but, one felt that he missed the ambiguity of Grieg’s melodic contours, and in bringing out the emotions of yearning and melancholy as well as the joy and vitality – Grieg is never straightforward. At full throttle, the large orchestra slightly drowned out the piano, but you certainly felt all their emotion. In complete contrast to the Concerto, Osborne played a short encore with a gentle blues interpretation of Danny Boy.

After the interval the full London Philharmonic Orchestra, 120 stunning musicians under the baton of Principal Conductor Edward Gardner put their heart and soul into playing An Alpine Symphony, Op. 64 (1915) by Richard Strauss. The piece plays straight through, and you can literally visualise the journey up a snowy mountain from night to the sunrise, with the ascent up through the woods, past mountain pastures and waterfalls, wrong turns through thickets, going higher on to the glacier and up to the summit. Then comes the calm before the storm, then the thunder and tempest, to the descent as the sun is setting to night again. It is a massive play, and Strauss literally throws everything at this majestic piece. The French horn fanfares tonight came from an open doorway halfway to the back of the auditorium, then with a quick sprint backstage they joined the orchestra on stage. The whole orchestra is kept busy throughout; particularly the full timpani and percussion team who get to play everything from cowbells in the meadows to the incredible climactic storm atop of the mountain with wind machines, thunder sheets and symbols. The strings take up the rain and drip, drip, as the storm abates. Until then, the organ had been used more to prolong the notes of other instruments but came into its own strength towards the end as the descent begins before being joined by the deep and rich sounds of the brass section as the sun sets to night again.

I did not find the organ a comfortable instrument to listen to being played with a full orchestra. Sorry. It has such a different tone to the other instruments. But to have 120 of your band mates down below you on the stage and you hidden in between the crowded audience in the choir seats of the Royal Festival Hall, must truly be the loneliest gig in the world. Only able to see your fellow musicians and his conductor through his rear-view mirror, as his back is to them and the audience, facing a wall of organ pipes.

I loved the piece as a visual treat visualising twenty-four hours in the life of a mountain. However, it appears that Strauss might have had a different character for his symphony, drawing on the Neitzschean philosophy, writing in his diary in 1911 that he wanted “to call my Alpine Symphony, The Antichrist.” So maybe that is the answer as to why he put an organ in his symphony….

An Alpine Symphony is a sonic spectacular and the orchestra bowed to the front of the auditorium and turned and bowed low to the audience in the choir seats behind them – but I like to think they were bowing to their lonely fellow musician up top on the organ.

World class playing by the London Philharmonic Orchestra.



AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

Royal Festival Hall

Reviewed on 21st February 2025

by Debbie Rich

Photography by Mark Allan (header image of Edward Gardner)  and Ben Ealovega (image of Steven Osborne)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at Southbank venues:

THE EMPLOYEES | ★★★★★ | January 2025
THE CREAKERS | ★★★★ | December 2024
DUCK POND | ★★★★ | December 2024
KARINA CANELLAKIS CONDUCTS SCHUMANN & BRUCKNER | ★★★★ | October 2024
JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ | ★★★★ | September 2024
MARGARET LENG TAN: DRAGON LADIES DON’T WEEP | ★★★★ | May 2024
MASTERCLASS | ★★★★ | May 2024
FROM ENGLAND WITH LOVE | ★★★½ | April 2024
REUBEN KAYE: THE BUTCH IS BACK | ★★★★ | December 2023
THE PARADIS FILES | ★★★★ | April 2022

AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

AN ALPINE SYMPHONY

OTHERLAND

★★★★

Almeida Theatre

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Almeida Theatre

★★★★

“This is a jaunty and compassionate production”

The confetti thrown in good cheer remains on the stage long after the wedding is over and the marriage has fallen apart in writer Chris Bush’s personal exploration of otherness and identity.

The reason for the break-up is not a dark secret revealed. Harry (Fizz Sinclair) has never hidden her yearning to escape her male body and Jo (Jade Anouka) – as a place-holder response – has always declared an attraction to women, so what’s the problem?

The writer calls on her own experiences coming out as trans to inform a script rich with frail humanity, grief and laughter.

One of the joys of director Ann Yee’s production is the four-strong chorus (Danielle Fiamanya, Laura Hanna, Beth Hinton-Lever and Serena Manteghi). They provide a sumptuous cacophony of well-calibrated, well-meaning voices, while occasionally bursting into snippets of siren song.

They become the friends who judge-don’t-judge the former golden couple. They are the bumptious official who can’t understand why the paperwork doesn’t tally, the fertility doctor with grim news, the HR woman tiptoeing around preferred toilet arrangements.

With a brisk and delightful energy, these vignettes of love, confusion and bureaucracy spill and elide and crash into one other. At pace, Jo goes crazy, drops out, and finds new love up a mountain with Gabby (a hoot, as played by Amanda Wilkin). Harry drifts aimlessly in a twilight world, not one thing or another.

On a rare trip out Harry is harassed by a man at a railway station. She is ill-equipped to cope, having no hinterland, and feels the experience “violating and validating”. Her girlfriends ask why she would opt for all that, the burden of the female sex, as if it were a lifestyle choice. Even then, Harry can’t join them on a protest march against gender violence because it’s not her story. Meanwhile, her exasperated mother (Jackie Clune) suggests she might like to switch back for a family wedding because “it’s not all about you”.

Jade Anouka and Fizz Sinclair perform wonders in their roles. Anouka is a bundle of nervous energy – and a devil on the dancefloor – while Sinclair carries a certain pained stillness, facing upheaval with the stoicism of necessity.

The end of the first act leaves both partners facing monstrous change. Jo is reluctantly pregnant and Harry about to pursue an irreversible course of hormones.

The beginning of the second act goes somewhere else entirely. They become literal monsters. We are in a fever dream cocoon where the misfits come to resolve themselves.

In a somewhat jarring sequence, Jo becomes a robot with a baby-filled silver cloche for a belly. She is alien to Gabby and to herself. Harry, thrashing in the shallows, is a fish-woman, caught in the net of some 18th century natural philosopher and put on show for the gawpers and prodders. While visually striking, it is an odd excursion, and we particularly feel the absence of Anouka’s jittery powerhouse presence. When they return to themselves, it’s a relief.

This is a jaunty and compassionate production, brilliantly designed and lit (Fly Davis and Anna Watson) and elevated by crisp direction and staging. The cast captures the glorious mess and majesty of change with impish relish and the production does an important job giving character to a story frequently lost to ranting headlines.

Chris Bush says this play has been a decade in the making and a lifetime in the preparation. Fortunately, no-one else has to wait that long.



OTHERLAND

Almeida Theatre

Reviewed on 20th February 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

WOMEN, BEWARE THE DEVIL | ★★★★ | February 2023

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