One of the more interesting moments in London’s musical life in 2006 must have been at the Ivor Novello Awards when opera composer Harrison Birtwistle weighed in against popular music, accusing it of sentimentality and cliche. Memories of Simon Rattle’s parting shots against contemporary British art as he left to take up the baton with the Berlin Philharmonic must have been in many people’s minds. But why, you wonder, did Birtwistle choose to be so outspoken?
The answer probably lies in a consciousness of the smallness of his musical world. He may enjoy an enthusiastic first night every few years, but for the rest of the time he occupies a marginal idiom. Few can genuinely love his bleak, dissonant style, and though cantankerousness may not be an intentional part of his musical oeuvre, dissonance, un-melodiousness and a jarring percussive violence certainly are.
Such thoughts are prompted by watching the DVD of his 2008 opera Minotaur, commissioned by, and premiered at, London’s Royal Opera House at Covent Garden, with music director Antonio Pappano in the pit and celebrated bass-baritone John Tomlinson only partly concealed inside a carnivorous beast mask.
One thing at least can be said in Birtwistle’s favor — he certainly matches his musical manner to his subject matter. The prevailing cacophony accompanies a tale of bloody massacre, the ripping apart of sacrificial victims in the Cretan labyrinth, half-human vultures, plus the un-weeping complicity of the female protagonist, Ariadne, and the immovable coldness of the “hero,” Theseus. An atmosphere
of death, hatred and unredeemed
This, imply this opera’s originators, is what the world of ancient Greek myth was really like —and by implication, what all life is like, even today.
The violence and grating musical style are, nevertheless, par for the course for Birtwistle. His first opera, Punch and Judy, made his name for its brutality (pervasive) rather than its melodies (non-existent), while The Second Mrs Kong and Gawain both involved gruesome monsters or mythical giants.
Yet, as this video recording shows, Minotaur was received with acclaim by its first-night London audience. You witness Birtwistle on stage acknowledging the ovations, and the sense is unavoidably of a great occasion, a veteran British composer launching a major opera onto a waiting world.
And perhaps it was more impressive as a stage spectacle than on this DVD (from Opus Arte). Without the hot expectancy of a crowded opera auditorium you are forced to view the work in cold blood. And little pleasure was delivered, in these circumstances at least, to this reviewer.
However you look at it, Minotaur relates a grisly story. The old legend tells of the annual tribute of young Athenians destined to confront the Minotaur in the labyrinth of Minos, in modern-day Crete. But one year Theseus joins their number and succeeds in slaying the beast with the aid of a young priestess, Ariadne. They sail away together, though Theseus later abandons her on the Greek island of Naxos.
Ariadne is the opera’s main character, at least as far as vocal presence is concerned. Christine Rice gives her all in the role, but her complex feelings get little support from a score that refuses to countenance a hint of melody at any point. Puccini demonstrated again and again (in Tosca and Turandot, say) that terror and death can co-exist with emotionally engaging music. Human beings the world over need and respond to this, and Puccini knew it, as did Verdi, Wagner and even Shostakovich. Does Birtwistle think that human nature has really changed?