Mozart informed his father that he had composed the Serenade K375
‘rather carefully’ to impress Herr von Strack, a Viennese nobleman
sporting the splendid title of ‘Gentleman of the Emperor’s Bed Chamber’.
Whether in its original Sextet incarnation, performed here, or its
later Octet version, this is music that both celebrates and, as Mozart
surely knew, far transcends the tradition of al fresco Harmoniemusik.
If you know the more familiar Octet version, you might regret the loss
of the oboes’ pungent dissonances near the opening, or of the
oboe-clarinet dialogues in the Adagio. But the SCO soloists
quickly allay any sense of deprivation. Like all the best ensembles in
this music, they strike a nice balance between chamber-musical
refinement and rustic earthiness. Natural horns lend a welcome
abrasiveness to the tuttis; and the instrument’s variegated
colours give added piquancy to the horn tune that sails in out of the
blue near the end of the first movement. Clarinets can be dulcet, as in
the tenderly phrased Adagio, yet are not afraid to rasp and bite,
to specially vivid effect in the sprightly second Minuet. Tempi are
aptly chosen (the opening Allegro properly maestoso), and accompanying figuration lives and breathes, not least in the Adagio, where the horns inject delightful touches of jauntiness into the poetic reverie.
The four Salzburg divertimentos for wind sextet of 1776 77 are far
slighter. Yet each reveals the craftsmanship Mozart lavished even on
trifles for Archbishop Colloredo’s dinner entertainment. The excellent
booklet-notes fail to disclose why the Scottish players opt to perform
the divertimentos with clarinets rather than the prescribed oboes.
Still, while I missed the oboes’ pastoral plaintiveness in movements
such as the opening siciliano of K252, the sensuous warmth of the
clarinets is fair compensation in the mellifluous A flat major Trio, or
the Adagio of K253. Again the players balance polish, poetry and
sheer bucolic enjoyment. The rare example of a Mozartian polonaise in
K252 goes with a jaunty swagger (other performances I’ve heard are
rather more decorous), while the lusty contredanse finales exude an
impish glee. I fancy Mozart would have smiled in approval. (Richard Wigmore / Gramophone)
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