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Friday, May 18, 2018

Concert Review: The Rush of Progress

Semyon Bychkov returns to the New York Philharmonic.
by Paul J. Pelkonen
Conductor Semyon Bychkov returned to the New York Philharmonic this week.
Photo by Chris Lee © 2018 The New York Philharmonic.
Relationships between high-powered conductors and major orchestras can be a delicate thing. Which is why it was good this week to see the acclaimed Semyon Bychkov return to the podium at David Geffen Hall on Thursday night. This was the first concert in a two-week stand with the New York Philharmonic, which is in the last weeks of its season.

Mr. Bychkov's last appearance with the orchestra was as the leader of the flagship festival of the 2017 season: a deep celebration of the late symphonies of Tchaikovsky. This festival, called Beloved Friend ended without Mr. Bychkov, who was not available to conduct the concluding concert featuring the Pathetique Symphony. His absence from a work that he had just recorded in a new critical edition carried some considerable weight, and speculation ensued as to why he wasn't on the podium.

This concert did much to dispel those storm clouds. It opened with a crisp reading of Brahms' Tragic Overture, one of a pair that that composer wrote in 1880. Here, this under-programmed work was played with swagger and muscular, round tones by the horns, who sounded revitalized. Mr. Bychkov emphasized the lyricism in this work, producing subtle shadings in the strings and winds and presenting it as much more than just a programming makeweight.

Next was the Philharmonic debut of pianist Bernard Chamayou, playing Mendelssohn's Piano Concerto No. 1. This concerto requires delicate and accurate playing but also considerable force: the composer makes the soloist work the produce the considerable gifts in its pages. Mr. Chamayou proved an apt and eager player, anticipating the roller-coaster turns of the first movement and producing a lovely, singing tone on the second.

The finale is the most challenging of all, a pell-mell Presto that recalls the thematic ideas from the opening in an easy-going classical style. This is the exuberant Mendelssohn of the late symphonies, expressed in bright tones through the expert fingerwork of this young artist. An encore followed that showed even more promise: the lyric "On Wings of Song" in an instrumental arrangement by Franz Liszt.

The second half offered considerably more in the way of excitement in the shape of the Symphony No. 5 by Dmitri Shostakovich. However, Mr. Bychkov took a tight and restrained approach to the first movement, playing the introduction with an icy, slow tempo. When the violence of the main theme burst forth in snare drums and brass, it did so with shattering, frightening power, less the triumphant march of socialism and more of a scream of protest.

This bare-knuckled approach continued in the Scherzo, veering between Mahlerian waltz and Russian circus music. The Adagio was played in deep freeze, creeping along like an ice-locked river with the strings exhibiting precision and control. Everyting detonated in the fourth movement, with pounding drums and blaring trumpets announcing that the new Soviet dawn was rising and the rushed tempos informing the downtrodden masses that there would be nothing they could do to keep up the pace. Brilliant. 

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Since 2007, Superconductor has grown from an occasional concert or CD review to a near-daily publication covering classical music, opera and the arts in and around NYC, with excursions to Boston, Philadelphia, and upstate NY. I am a freelance writer living and working in Brooklyn NY. And no, I'm not a conductor.