I sat mesmerized when I first encountered a recording of Benjamin Britten’s early Violin Concerto from 1939 (revised in 1958) at an audio show exhibit sponsored by High End by Oz. Ever since I heard those portions of Linus Roth’s superbly recorded SACD for Channel Classics, I’ve longed for a version that would move beyond its strange harmonies and dissonances to reveal all facets of this communicative yet enigmatic work. Isabelle Faust rarely shies away from music conducive to deep thought and feeling; recently she has recorded works by Berg, Schoenberg, Bartók, and Stravinsky. Her hair-raising, emotionally wrought rendition of the Britten concerto, with Jakub Hrůša conducting the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra for Harmonia Mundi, reveals depths and nuances that competing versions only hint at.
Britten was 25 when, in late 1938, he began composing the concerto for Spanish-born English violinist Antonio Brosa. By the time Britten completed the orchestration, in 1939, the lifelong pacifist had fled war-torn Europe for the United States with his life partner, tenor Peter Pears.
In this live recording, Faust’s bright-toned violin is given front-and-center precedence. Lines pulsate with feeling. Her high-flying excursions that include playing on the bridge are gorgeous. The musicianship is so ravishing that, after multiple listens, I still sit in astonishment at Faust’s achievement.
After a seductive and dancelike Spanish lilt surfaces in the first movement, an ominous darkness in the orchestra impinges on the violin’s rhapsodic lyricism. The second movement begins energetically, even optimistically, before Faust’s violin begins to dance and whirl frantically and fiendishly. Vibrato all but ceases as orchestral storm clouds gather. There’s a marvelous, unforgettable short section where the violin seems to chirp at the top of its range while, many octaves below, a tuba lays a dark foundation. During the violin’s solo cadenza, the magnificent Faust growls with anger in her Strad’s low register and sears at the top. At times, her laments and wails seem to echo the suffering of count-less parents embracing the bodies of dead children and other loved ones. The music is heart-rending.
As tension builds to the breaking point, the orchestra re-enters, filled with grief. The music almost grinds to a halt, and everything seems in danger of crashing down. As the first movement’s Spanish theme reasserts itself with adamance, as if singing valiantly amidst forces stronger than itself, brief hints of hope and healing emerge. On my third listen, thoughts of Spain’s Abraham Lincoln Brigade fighting Franco’s fascism flooded my mind.
After a big orchestral buildup to a false climax, Faust’s instrument cries out repeatedly with the eloquence of a human voice. In her hands, the intensity of the concerto’s final five minutes is breathtaking. Britten’s conclusion threatens to go on a bit too long, but Faust finds its poetic center and makes its plea her own. What a performance!
Shortly before Harmonia Mundi released Faust and Hrůšas recording, the UK’s magazine awarded an Editor’s Choice to a considerably mellower recording of the Violin Concerto, on Orfeo, by
