theartsdesk Q&A: Composer, chansonnier and conductor HK Gruber at 75

THEARTSDESK Q&A: HK GRUBER The composer, chansonnier and conductor at 75

On how Weill and Hanns Eisler gave him direction in the 1970s - and on meeting Lenya

You haven't lived until you've witnessed Viennese maverick H(einz) K(arl) Gruber – 75 today (3 January, publication day) – speech-singing, conducting and kazooing his way through his self-styled "pandemonium" Frankenstein!!. Composed for chansonnier and chamber ensemble or large orchestra, it's a contemporary classic nearly 40 years young.

Batiashvili, BBCSO, Oramo, Barbican review - electricity in Sibelius and Hillborg

★★★★★ BATIASHVILI, BBCSO, ORAMO, BARBICAN Electricity in Sibelius and Hillborg

UK premiere holds its own between elusive and sparely tragic symphonies

Even given the peerless standards already set by Sakari Oramo and the BBC Symphony Orchestra in their Sibelius cycle, this instalment was always going to be the toughest, featuring the most elusive of the symphonies, the Sixth, and the sparest, the Fourth. As it turned out, all challenges were met with Oramo's characteristic mix of energy and sophistication, and the interloper, Swedish composer Anders Hillborg's Second Violin Concerto in its UK premiere, saw to it that Lisa Batiashvili carried the flame.

Was it going to be generic contemporary? The skeetering strings at the beginning suggested as much. But their headlong collision with a chorus of sustained chords proved arresting: what sounded like a pre-recorded ambience turned out to be those same strings turned to calm seas. In effect much of the one-movement concerto was searing cadenza from the compellingly intense Batiashvili (pictured below with Hillborg, Oramo and members of the BBC Symphony Orchestra by Mark Allen), mostly accompanied until close to the end and punctuated by two wild eastern dances – part Turkish sanat, part Bollywood, with Hillborg making and needing no apologies for the populism.

The intensity held; the ear was led through ever-unexpected harmonic shifts, and where the work might have sagged, the two oboes and cor anglais introduced a mesmerising new hook. Filmic in effect, but never merely film music. Given the echo of Bach's D minor Sarabande near the start, the ethereal encore was entirely appropriate – Hillborg's arrangement for violin and strings of the organ prelude on the chorale "Ich ruf zu Dir".Hillborg, Oramo and Batiashvili Well might any contemporary composer quake about sharing a programme with Sibelius, whose originality in the best performances always makes his music sound as if were composed yesterday. And these interpretations were indeed the best. Oramo knew he could draw maximum, dynamically nuanced soulfulness from the BBCSO strings in the profoundly beautiful hymns which frame the work – the last, dying out on a single note, is as convincing an ending as Sibelius ever wrote, making this more than ever a candidate for the end rather than the beginning of the programme (as usual, alas, it appeared in the first half). So did the muscular energy of the outer movement's strange adventures and the Beethoven-like primal charge of the scherzo, bursting straight out of the Allegretto moderato's twilight zone. The sudden flautato semiquavers which quicken its pulse with quiet intensity, backing quirky snatches of birdsong, are a test for any conductor; all credit to Oramo and the BBCSO that those forest murmurs have never sounded more compelling.

Though the Fourth could hardly be further away in its slow-evolving dark power, the hallmarks of these interpretations remained: the powerfully-vocalised wind solos (flautist Michael Cox especially impressive), the simultaneous projection of upper, middle and bass layers, all doing their own distinctive thing, and the way Oramo sustains a line or an argument even when it's punctuated by long silences. The high watershed both of Sibelius's unique tragedy among his symphonies and of the playing came in the great slow movement, heroically trying to piece itself together out of numb, depressive fragments. It's the cellos who finally, gradually manage to give full voice to a cathartic lament. That climb of theirs out of the darkness last night will stay with me for ever.

Next page: watch Lisa Batiashvili with Sakari Oramo conducting the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic in the 2016 premiere of Hillborg's Second Violin Concerto

theartsdesk in Stockholm - HK Gruber and sacred monsters

THE ARTS DESK IN STOCKHOLM HK Gruber and sacred monsters

Viennese composer, conductor, chansonnier and double-bass player is a force of nature

It was excellent, flesh-creepy fun back in 1978, when a young Simon Rattle conducted the Liverpool world premiere with the composer declaiming, but how well has Austrian maverick H(einz) K(arl) "Nali" Gruber's "pandemonium" for chansonnier and orchestra Frankenstein!! stood the test of time? One word: brilliantly. In the hands of the master, who not only conducted its bewitching chamber version but also kazooed, crooned, falsettoed and shouted his way through his absurdist fellow Vienneser H.C.

DVD/Blu-ray: A Man Called Ove

Neither Scandi noir nor IKEA fantasia: an endearing Swedish black comedy about a grumpy old man

It takes a while to get going, and doesn’t altogether evade sentimentality but overall this black comedy is hugely endearing. Rolf Lassgård (complete with bald cap) plays Ove. He's a depressed and resentful 60-year-old widower who can’t see any point in life without his beloved wife, especially since he's been made redundant from his job as an engineer. His suicide attempts are thwarted by poor quality materials and a rag-bag collection of neighbours.

Flashbacks to Ove's childhood and courtship are beautifully done, but it’s the portrait of Swedish small-town life that intrigues. This isn’t the hipster noir of the big cities familiar from TV thrillers, nor the relentlessly chirpy utopia of the IKEA catalogue. Ove lives on a drab housing estate with strict rules – many of which he originated as the residents' association chairman. He’s a classic curmudgeon ticking off dog owners and careless drivers alike, but at the same time he hates the "white shirts" – the officious bureaucrats whom he views as opportunistic bastards only interested in money. Imagine a Swedish live-action version of the Pixar animated feature Up and you'll get the idea (though it's best not to expect balloons). Befriended by a determined new neighbour, pregnant Parvaneh (Bahar Pars) and her husband and children, his attitudes slowly begin to soften.

A Man Called OveBased on a hugely popular novel, director Hannes Holm has done a good job fusing social drama and gentle comedy, very much in the vein of My Life as a Dog. There’s a touch of underlying Scandi smugness about how well the country copes with immigrants, but the skirmishes over the relative merits of Saabs or Volvos and a subplot involving a very dishevelled cat win the day (said feline, pictured right). Nominated for two Oscars, A Man Called Ove is set for a remake in America with Tom Hanks in the lead.

This edition comes with a Q&A session from a festival screening in New York, make-up special effects tutorial, and an edited featurette with interviews with the director and the two lead actors. Bahar Pars is particularly good on the dilemmas she faced by effectively becoming the screen representative of Sweden’s large Iranian migrant community. 

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Overleaf: watch the trailer for A Man Called Ove

Black Lake, Series Finale, BBC Four review – Nordic noir comes to an unsatisfying end

★★ BLACK LAKE, SERIES FINALE Badly scripted Swedish horror didn't have a ghost of a chance

Poorly paced and badly scripted, this Swedish horror didn't have a ghost of a chance

Beware – here be spoilers, though if you can make them out through the blizzard of cliché that engulfed the last double-bill of this thunderingly underwhelming Nordic noir then you’re already ahead of me.

Henning Mankell: After the Fire review - of death and redemption

HENNING MANKELL: AFTER THE FIRE Darkness encroaching, the late Swedish master delivers a remarkable final word

Darkness encroaching, the late Swedish master delivers a remarkable final word

The dour, reclusive disgraced doctor Fredrik Welin has appeared once before in Henning Mankell’s work, in The Italian Shoes. The shoes appear early on in After the Fire as ghosts, referred to as bespoke luxuries made by an admired craftsman, and held in affection by their owner. They have been reduced to charred fragments, one burnt buckle surviving in the shocking aftermath of the destruction by fire of the protagonist’s ancestral island home, where he has lived alone for decades.

Santtu-Matias Rouvali on conducting in Gothenburg - 'they just want to make music. No bullshit'

SANTTU-MATIAS ROUVALI APPOINTED NEXT PHILHARMONIA PRINCIPAL CONDUCTOR Read him on his work with two great orchestras

Electrifying Finn on Sibelius, national identity and feeling at home in Sweden

Sweden's ackowledged "National Orchestra", the Gothenburg Symphony, left its Chief Conductor post unfilled for four seasons, but now it's finally certain to have let the right one in. Having enjoyed a golden age in the (largely unsung) highest echelons of the European league for 22 years with grand master Neeme Järvi, the GSO enjoyed a burst of sensational if relatively short-lived music-making when its management snapped up Gustavo Dudamel in 2007.

After the Rehearsal/Persona, Toneelgroep Amsterdam, Barbican - van Hove reconfigures Bergman

AFTER THE REHEARSAL / PERSONA, TONEELGROEP AMSTERDAM, BARBICAN Two dramas about acting and being, illusion and reality, form an inseparable whole

Two dramas about acting and being, illusion and reality, form an inseparable whole

Three tall orders must be met in any successful transfer of an Ingmar Bergman text from screen to stage. First, take a company of actors as good as the various ones that the master himself assembled over the years, both in his films and in the theatre; Ivo van Hove’s Toneelgroep is one of the few in the world today up to the mark, working just as intensively. Second, make sure the look of it isn’t a pale copy of the films – this isn’t.

Borg/McEnroe review - Wimbledon face-off is entertaining if incomplete

★★★ BORG/MCENROE Shia LaBeouf is ideally cast in first of several tennis films to come

Shia LaBeouf is ideally cast in first of several tennis films to come

A spate of tennis-themed films gets off to a vivid if incomplete start with Borg/McEnroe, which recreates the run-up to the Wimbledon Men's Final in 1980 with often-thrilling clarity and (as much as is possible for those who will of course recall the outcome) suspense.

Black Lake, BBC Four review – Nordic blanc falls flat

BLACK LAKE, BBC FOUR Swedish ski resort thriller urgently needs some hotting up

Swedish ski resort thriller urgently needs some hotting up

What would Saturday nights be without BBC Four’s regular subtitle-fests? Black Lake, their new Swedish import, has nothing in the way of originality to recommend it, but its tale of a haunted ski resort somewhere out towards the Norwegian border may help to ward off seasonal ennui as temperatures fall and the evenings draw in.