The Somerset Chamber Orchestra has always produced quality playing
of interesting programmes. Never more so than this year at South
Petherton Church when the musical and technical standards reached
a new pinnacle of excellence.
The sombre tones and measured tread of Mozart's Masonic Funeral music
made a thoughtful start to the concert but the vividly rich orchestration
laced with the sounds of basset horn and contra-bassoon were a revealing
correction to the popular view of Mozart solely as a projector of pretty
tunes.
The more familiar Mozart of the Piano Concertos, K.477 in this case,
needs beauty of tone which was readily available at the outset from
the upper strings followed by the whole orchestra, notably violas and
cellos. The soloist, Nicholas Toller, soon set out his stall,
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not content to sound, as often, like a supernumary member of the orchestra
but as a rightly independent voice - arguing and elaborating. His
confident playing had a clear vision of local and overall structure
and his cadenzas were, well, interesting. Too often, however, an
undercurrent of discomfort threaded the dialogue with the orchestra
when disparities of tempo surfaced.
After the interval a cut-down band exploded into the start of lbert's
Divertissement. This wondrous piece is a sort of musical Goon Show
in French and is best played by dedicated loonies, with the proviso
that they also play exquisitely well. These requirements eminently
well satisfied, the performance had racy humour, dazzling colours,
a whole raft of contrasting moods, and a referee's whistle blown
(on this occasion) atop a Yeovil Town shirt. It rightly brought
the house down.
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We then moved into familiar territory with a performance of Mendelssohn's
Incidental Music to Midsummer Night's Dream with its deceptively
tricky orchestral parts. A relaxed swing characterised the opening
number, the Dance of the Clowns, and the woodwind bubbled and
chattered happily enough in the scherzo. Two more numbers took us
finally (perversely) to the Overture where the delicate tracery of
the violin parts laid in wait. Apprehension evaporated as they sailed
through it.
James Scourse who had conducted throughout with care and authority,
finally wound up the evening with a stirring finale where brass and
woodwind became, excusably, somewhat enthusiastic, giving way
eventually to melting sweetness of melody and those haunting woodwind chords.
BR
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