Tastes in Classical Music fluctuate almost as much as tastes in fashion; although mercifully never reaching the ridiculous extremes of the latter, largely because in music taste is driven by individual consciousness rather than commercial pressures or public relations executives.
This first exposure to what many now claim to be one of the greatest oratorios after Haydn was rather clouded by the fellow who stood next to me in the tenors, a composition student who was also studying voice and had become a fervent Christian during his time at University; a nightmare combination! As a composer he took every opportunity to point out despicable flaws in Mendelssohn's scoring, frequently emitting a loud bark of forced laughter when we reached one of - in his view – Mendelssohn's great solecisms (he was particular taken by the appalling idiocy of ending the first part with a simple V7-I cadence). As a trained singer he enjoyed nothing better than to stop a rehearsal in order to ask rhetorically how any tenor was expected to pitch such "idiotic" intervals as the tritone in the last bars of "Thanks be to God", and as a late but enthusiastic convert to Christianity he spent every post-rehearsal session in the pub loudly deriding the flawed theology of the English libretto. How could one not be affected by such a constant stream of criticism at each and every rehearsal, and I have to confess that I came to regard Mendelssohn's Elijah as something of a joke.
However I was absolutely shocked when the Kurt Masur recording of it (left) was nominated in the choral category of the Gramophone Awards in 1993. I have to confess I listened through it and was absolutely smitten, but I never thought my voting colleagues would be able to cut through the years of accumulated anti-Elijah bias which still afflicted the musical world. Nevertheless it went on to win and effectively rehabilitated a great work in the eyes of the musical world. There's no doubt that the Masur recording on Teldec remains a yardstick; there are some priceless moments (the delicious "Lift Thine Eyes", the spine-tingling thrills of "Behold, God the Lord passed by" and, best of all, the simply enchanting "Holy, Holy, Holy"), some incredible orchestral playing and some superlative singing, none of which has yet been bettered.
But it has been (almost) equalled and we are now in the astonishing position of having quite a few recordings of Elijah on the market which are not only of the very highest calibre in terms of artists and recording quality, but which have been nominated for various awards around the world. The way recordings are judged often requires the juries to make a large leap from personal taste to objective judgement, and there certainly was a time when Elijah (rather like Savoy Operas) would have had to fight to attract critical attention even in the most broad-minded of circles. Tastes, as I say, change, and now it's very much held in high esteem. The Masur/Teldec disc (9031-73131-2) is still by far and away the best, in my opinion, but up for a Gramophone award the following year was a very creditable one from Philippe Herreweghe (right) on Harmonia Mundi (HMC901463.64), while the recent one which I reviewed gives both of these a real run for their money. (If you haven't explored The Classical Review then please follow the link, but in the meantime I reproduce my original review below.)
The interesting thing is that all these versions are in German. Now Mendelssohn, like Haydn and The Creation, conceived the work for the British choral society scene and originally worked from an English language text (although it seems both composers had a German translation beside them at every stage to help them get over linguistic hurdles). Somehow, though, both works sound more serious, more elevated and more coherent in German. I can't quite get to grips with why that should be; is it because we feel that German is a language more suited to being set to music than others (take the ridiculous spectacle of the Singapore Symphony doing Das lied von der Erde in Cantonese) or is it simply that both composers were working from seriously flawed English texts while the German translations avoided the more obvious solecisms? I wonder why it is, but I do urge you to listen to one of these recordings, even if you are still in that state of musical snobbery that believes that Elijah is not fit for human consumption.
The fortunes of Elias changed dramatically in 1993 when two new recordings of the German version were released. For Teldec, Kurt Masur and the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra with the Leipzig MDR Choir brought out a performance of such towering authority, such musical integrity and such potent electricity that even the most hardened sceptics were won over, while for Harmonia Mundi, Philippe Herreweghe, the Orchestre des Champs Elysées and voices from La Chapelle Royale and Collegium Vocale added an extraordinary aura of intensity to a work previously regarded as the preserve of amateurs.
Many more recordings have come and gone since then, some worthy some downright silly, but with this new German–language release from Wolfgang Sawallisch and musicians from the Bavarian Radio orchestra and chorus, we have a very serious contender indeed. It's not exactly a new performance - it was recorded exactly a decade ago – but the re-mastered sound is vivid and fresh, and while I miss the presence of an organ adding its blast of air to the stirring "Und der Prophet Elias" and especially the innocent tones of a boy treble doing Elijah's cloud-gazing for him, this is a still a tremendous performance.
Michael Volle is a relatively low-key Elijah, more compelling in his beseeching moments than when declaiming grandly, Andrea Rost and Letizia Scherrer intertwine angelically in the graceful "Herr, höre unser Gebet", while Marjana Lipovsek positively spits out the venom as Queen Jezebel in "Der Herr hat dich night". Herbert Lippert is pleasantly placid in "So ihr mich von ganzem Herzen suchet", and the closing quartet "Wohlan, alle die ihr durstig seid" is unquestionably one of the highlights of the whole performance.
But while the soloists are a very good bunch indeed, what really distinguishes this performance is the choral singing, which is at times little short of spectacular; there's that spine-tingling moment as "Aber Einer erwacht von Mitternacht" reaches its breathtaking climax, while the valedictory "Als dann wird euer Licht" bustles along with all the heart-stopping excitement of the Kentucky Derby. Firmly holding the reins and wielding the whip, Sawallisch proves himself here to be a masterly Mendelssohnian.