Proms 65/66, Goerne / Mahler Jugendorchester / Nott <br/>Nash Ensemble / Masson, Royal Albert Hall

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Something seems to have happened to Matthias Goerne. This German baritone was the wild child who once shed new light on Schubert’s songs, with his raw and visceral performances.

When he walked on stage, you never knew where he would take you. Mahler’s heartrending ‘Kindertotenlieder’ should have been his ideal vehicle, and as he eased into the first of these songs, the brooding melancholy of his tone seemed auspicious. But that was all we got. He proceeded to let the music carry him along, rather than pushing it; his sound was unfailingly beautiful, but somehow oddly detached. The tragedy in Ruckert’s lyrics may be understated, but it’s still almost unbearable when sung as it needs to be. Here, what should have been danger became mere Victorian sentimentality.

On the other hand, the Gustav Mahler Jugendorchester skilfully evoked this work’s sound-world under Jonathan Nott’s direction, with some ravishing woodwind solos.

But here too something vital was missing: the grand gestures which preface the final section simply weren’t grand enough, with the result that the piece ended with a whimper rather than a bang. Thus it was, too, with that great warhorse, Strauss’s ‘Also Sprach Zarathustra’: the gigantic opening fanfare now known to everyone as the theme tune to ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ went off at a polite half-throttle, rather than in the grandiose over-the-top manner we needed. Nott’s treatment of Ligeti’s ‘Atmospheres’ and Schoenberg’s ‘Five Orchestral Pieces’ was exquisitely detailed, but likewise lacking in oomph.

The late-night Prom which followed was just one-fifteenth full: since the American composer George Crumb, currently celebrating his eightieth birthday, has never courted publicity, he’s virtually unknown over here. But in the Seventies his music was the hottest thing among avant-garde choreographers: with vivid memories of his mysteriously Oriental sound-world as a backing for dance, I was curious to see how it would hold up, thirty years on, as music per se.

The answer is, not tremendously. Under Diego Masson’s direction, the Nash Ensemble (plus soprano Claire Booth and mezzo Hilary Summers) brought all their artistry to bear on ‘Night of the Four Moons’, ‘Vox balaenae’ (Voice of the Whale), and Crumb’s Lorca-homage ‘Ancient Voices of Children’, bringing out the full subtlety of his games with timbre and texture. But I wanted the dancers back: this music felt stranded, and out its time.