East Neuk Festival review - Schubert, brass and nine electric guitars

★★★★★ EAST NEUK FESTIVAL A Schubertiad with the great Elisabeth Leonskaja isn't the only highlight on the Fife coast

A Schubertiad with the great Elisabeth Leonskaja isn't the only highlight on the Fife coast

Elisabeth Leonskaja, Schubert's greatest living interpreter, was always going to be Queen of Scotland's East Neuk for three summer days; her performances of four piano works and the "Trout" Quintet with outstanding string players were transcendental. But this festival is exceptional in keeping several pertinent strands flowing, from year to year and within the annual span. So there were rival events to match the classical peak: guitarist Sean Shibe and clarinettist Julian Bliss solo and multiplied in a small hall by the sea, 60 brass players of all ages memorialising the former Fife mining industry in a big barn full of potato crates; and as usual the revelation of an exceptional young string foursome, this year the Castalian String Quartet.

Eleven substantial concerts over a long weekend is a lot to get your head round, even with sun on the sands - eventually - and an essential dip in the North Sea to offset all the music. Two mostly-string events in the morning and afternoon of my first full day in one of the acoustically excellent venues, Kilrenny Church, teetered on the cusp of saturation. But I was saved from wilting at further pure chamber music that evening by the Shibe/Bliss double act, an infallible galvaniser as well as something completely different. (Pictured below: the sand-sculpture of Schubert in Crail highlighting the festival's main Schubertiad.). Schubert sand sculptureA tonic for a grey, drizzly morning was the Castalians' Kilrenny concert, with Cristina Gómez Godoy a technically perfect oboist in a bland Salieri Concertino sprucely done - one interesting viola line the only singular event - and the Mozart Oboe Quartet. The revelation, though, was the silvery playing of the Castalians in a relatively early Quartet (D353) by the 19-year-old Schubert, in which first violinist Sini Simonen's intonation-perfect spirit highlighted her role within the ensemble. I don't buy the line that Schubert looks backward too much to Mozart and Haydn here, any more than he does in the five very quirky movements constituting his first major Piano Sonata of D459, brought to vivid life by Leonskaja at the start of her recital the previous evening. Schubert’s lovable personality is everything, and the Castalians caught that, inspired – they told me – by having attended Leonskaja’s recital.

For the past three years there’s been one outstanding performance at the final concert given by the young musicians working at the festival’s week-long "Retreat" with string players of the calibre of Alexander Janiczek and two one-time members of the Alban Berg Quartet, Valentin Erben – another keen spectator at the Schubert concerts – and Isabel Charisius. This time it was decisively the Dvořák Sextet in which violinist Shoko Murakami, viola players Carl Lee and Lilya Tymchyshyn and cellist Ariana Kashefi worked with “leaders” Janiczek and Rafael Rosenfeld (pictured below rehearsing in Kilrenny Church). This was a dancing, vivacious, utterly committed interpretation which could travel to other festivals – as the Belcea Quartet’s Krzysztof Chorzelski told me the team he led for the stupendous Schoenberg Verklärte Nacht last year is to do this autumn. Dvorak Sextet rehearsalBy early evening the last of the week’s rain had cleared for a calm night in Anstruther – aurally shattered, perhaps, by the louder end of the Shibe/Bliss double act at the tiny Dreel Halls. It began with that hauntingly inflected and coloured soft playing at which Shibe, more than any other acoustic guitarist I’ve ever heard, truly excels. After exquisite realisations of music from 15th- to 18th-century Scottish manuscripts, Edinburgh-born Shibe (pictured below in the Dreel Halls) gave the first of his eloquent speeches, about the parameters and delights of Crail-born James Oswald’s music, extracting magic from the 11-note limitations born of the fiddle Oswald played in the 1700s. Bliss followed Messiaen’s Abîme des Oiseaux, a space of single notes on the cusp of audibility and raucous birdsong, with the first of his daring Bach violin transcriptions for clarinet; later, the clarinettist mesmerised in Steve Reich’s New York Counterpoint and the guitarist with the American’s Electric Counterpoint, both featuring live and recorded selves.

Yet the stunners were the loudest electrics, world premieres in their guitar formats, for which we’d been offered happily unnecessary earplugs – David Lang’s Killer transcribed from electric violin to guitar (still with kick drum adding a late shock), and Pulitzer Prize-winning Julia Wolfe’s LAD. This epic memorial to a dead friend was originally composed for nine bagpipers, echoing round the levels of the World Trade Centre. Only Shibe could have thought of asking her if she minded his transcribing it for nine electric guitars, his live personage with eight pre-recorded "ghost" Shibes. That's genius, a term which should rarely be applied to performing musicians, but at 25 Shibe has it. Even the sound of bagpipes, imitated when the music settled on a snatch of melody above a drone, isn't quite as searing as the electric guitars in the upward slides which slowly levitate the piece.Sean Shibe in AnstrutherThere was more outside-the-box thinking at the Sunday afternoon concert in Anstruther Town Hall, uniting the visceral duo of Shetland fiddler Chris Stout and Dundee-born harpist Catriona McKay with a groundbreaking string offshoot of the Scottish Chamber Orchestra, Mr McFall’s Chamber. The main work in their half of the concert was the unashamedly populist synthesis of Scottish, Danish and Norwegian music in the premiere of Henning Sommerro’s Chrysillis. It celebrates the grandson of a Crail weaver, Thomas Kingo, who had transplanted to Denmark, where two generations later Thomas the Younger became a famous poet, publisher and composer of hymns still popular in Scandinavia today. A little of this, and of the vivacious dance-pieces from the Stout-McKay duo, went a long way; to enjoy it all to the full, you needed to get up and dance. And for the first half the setting might better have been an East Neuk pub with a pint on the table around midnight, the better to mellow to the super-subtle Norwegian duo of Hardanger fiddler Nils Økland and jazz-rooted double-bassist Mats Eilertsen. They joined the rest at the end for Økland’s magical nature-picture, with cellist Su-a Lee consummate on the musical saw.

I had only time for part of the SCO’s all-string closing concert in the ENF’s new farmyard venue. The Bowhouse is not quite as acoustically perfect as the old potato barn on the Cambo Estate further up the coast, but bigger and better equipped. The highlight of what I heard was Pekka Kuusisto’s exhilarating transcription of Antin Mikko by the Finnish folk band JPP. What must have been a piquant commission on the programme, Steve King's arrangement of Oswald's The East Neuk o'Fife, made a neat homage to adorable festival co-founders Donald and Louise MacDonald.John Wallace's group in the BowhouseThe full Bowhouse experience was the immersive De Profundis, masterminded by festival director Svend McEwan-Brown and that superb trumpeter John Wallace (pictured above with local brass players), scion of a family where three generations worked in the mining industries around Glenrothes. The brass band tradition originating in those Fife communities in the 1850s had been represented by such ensembles as the Coaltown of Balgonie Prize Silver Band, in which young Wallace played, and which leagued with the still-superb Tullis Russell Mills Band when the pit closed. The TRMB were among the five groups of young and old arraigned in the smoky semi-dark of the Bowhouse as we punters wandered in and around, catching strains of Walford Davies’s De Profundis alongside harmonised Hebridean psalm singing arranged by Wallace and interlaced with poems grippingly projected by actor Maureen Beattie. There would have been old former miners in the audience as well as children learning about their grandparents’ life in artistic form. Of the four ENF immersive events I’ve attended, this felt the most meaningful.

The other heart remained the festival’s second Schubertiad following its 10th anniversary spectacular in 2014. With Leonskaja present (pictured below by Marco Borggreve), it even surpassed the first. No pianist could reflect more of the comprehensive world represented in the terrifyingly difficult "Wanderer" Fantasy, in which Leonskaja’s sleight of hand took us from full-orchestral blazes to intimate lyricism in a second. It was good to hear two echt-Schubertian A minor sonatas, D537 and D854, which I hadn’t caught in the four concerts I heard of her first-ever Schubert sonatas cycle at the Verbier Festival. Still, as veteran colleague and fellow audience member Erben pointed out, Leonskaja constantly finds new depths in everything she plays, so even the familiar interpretations sounded new, every phrase quivering with life and meaning.Elisabeth LeonskajaThose qualities abounded in the following afternoon’s Die schöne Müllerin from baritone Thomas Oliemans and pianist Malcolm Martineau. What Oliemans lacks in full vocal range – his top is too constricted at full pelt – he makes up for in nuance and the dramatic sense of the whole. Martineau was if anything even more magnetic, making us relish the genius of Schubert in turning on a constantly repeated but subtly altered phrase in a pivotal song like No. 12 (“Interlude”). Best of all, Schubertiad-wise, was last, Leonskaja joining with three members of the Belcea Quartet and double-bass player Alois Posch for a performance of the “Trout” Quintet which quickly struck that essential level reached in the most successful of meditations. Even at surface level, the glowing good humour of the performance harmonised beautifully with the special light of a perfect summer evening in Fife.

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DVD/Blu-ray: Long Shot

★★★★ DVD/BLU-RAY: LONG SHOT The challenges of independent filmmaking beautifully satirised in a rediscovered treat

The challenges of independent filmmaking beautifully satirised in a rediscovered treat

Maurice Hatton’s 1978 Long Shot comes with the subtitle “A film about filmmaking”, a nod at what has practically become a cinematic sub-category in itself. But while other directors have used the genre for philosophical or aesthetic rumination, Hatton’s subject is far more immediate and down-to-earth – the perilous business of just trying to get a movie made.

Specifically, an independent movie: Long Shot is a glorious satire on the sheer rigmarole of attempting to stitch a deal together. It’s set against the backdrop of the 1977 Edinburgh Film Festival, which gives rich extra atmosphere, and has a range of cameos from various figures in the film world who were clearly in on the joke, happily sending themselves up in sympathy with the tribulations of would-be producer Charlie and his scriptwriter Neville as they try to get their Aberdeen oil adventure drama Gulf and Western off the ground.

Alan Bennett cameos as a hilariously diffident doctor

The two are played by Charles Gormley, the Glasgow director who moved from early documentary work – he had a production company, Tree Films (“Branches Everywhere”), with Bill Forsyth in the 1970s – to make features like 1986’s Heavenly Pursuits, and actor and television writer Neville Smith. Hatton gives it all a nicely sardonic verité touch, complete with elements of voice-over narration and Shandy-esque intertitles, along the lines of “On the dangers of not looking before you leap” or “Wherein ways are explored to keep the wolf from the door”. One simply announces, “Scene missing”. By definition a micro-budget project, it was shot in grainy black and white on a combination of short ends and some East German ORWO stock that was pushing its expiry date.

Charlie has a script – though the pains of rewriting are central to the film – and some funding promised, if he can get a name director on board. So it’s off to Edinburgh, in search of Sam Fuller (the director had a long association with the Film Festival there), but Fuller is nowhere to be found. “Is he press?” one assistant in the festival offices queries. Charlie tries to interest Wim Wenders, too, who's there to present his The American Friend (Wenders is credited as “Another Director”). John Boorman becomes another later candidate.

Long Shot coverThe duo becomes an unlikely trio with the appearance, for no particular good reason but very charmingly, of actress Annie (Anne Zelda). Various picaresque dashes around the Edinburgh streets follow, one in a car commandeered from Stephen Frears (credited as “Biscuit Man"). Gallerist Richard Demarco appears somewhat grouchily as himself, Alan Bennett turns in a brilliant cameo as a hilariously diffident doctor who, on being told that writing is a lonely profession, suggests meals on wheels. Susannah York gamely plays along: hearing that the female role is underdeveloped, she coolly replies, “So you came to me?”

Long Shot is a perfect fit for the BFI’s Flipside strand, a rediscovery that is absolutely worth making – as well as a snapshot of the times, it’s also a true reflection of the enormous struggles, not to mention ingenuity, that go into getting a film idea anywhere near the screen. Gormley simply had cinema in his blood – Glasgow surely deserves a memorial to the director – and the film's final scene transports him in glorious technicolour to Hollywood, cruising the boulevards in a stretch convertible. It's a lovely ending, the stuff that dreams are made on.

This release's three extras are right on topic, too. Ross Wilson’s 1986 Hooray for Holyrood celebrates the 40th anniversary of the Edinburgh Film Festival: it’s presented by Robbie Coltrane, who doubled as a driver for the event in his stylish vintage auto (Sam Fuller did turn up, and was among his passengers). Sean Connery's Edinburgh, from 1982, is exactly what it says on the tin, lavish in its production values. Maurice Hatton’s earlier Scene Nun, Take One, a 1964 26-minuter, is a London street comedy starring Susannah York and the adventures that follow when she dresses up as a nun. There's an affectionate booklet tribute to Gormley, "Long Shot to Hollywood", by Bill Forsyth. An enchantingly off-beat package.

Overleaf: watch the new trailer for Long Shot

Mr Gillie, Finborough Theatre review - theatrical buried treasure

★★★★ MR GILLIE, FINBOROUGH THEATRE Scottish rediscovery: James Bridie's 1950 play rings true today

Scottish rediscovery: James Bridie's 1950 play rings true today

Labels have their uses but they can also be a blight. The works of the Scottish playwright James Bridie – with their regional accents and domestic settings – bear many of the hallmarks of so-called Kitchen Sink drama but didn’t make the canon. Not grimy enough, perhaps, not English enough, and certainly not angry enough.

The Loch, ITV review - hokum shrouded in Scotch mist

THE LOCH, ITV New murder mystery is a Loch Ness monstrosity

New murder mystery is a Loch Ness monstrosity

There’s something nasty in Loch Ness – a corpse tied to a curling stone – but, this being tellyland, the real monsters lurk on its shores. The Loch aspires to be a Scottish Broadchurch – Braidkirk? – but, alas, is nothing of the sort.

Charlie Sonata, Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh review – 'too much of everything'

Well-meaning but uneven comedy bursts at its seams with mismatched themes

Time travel, Britpop, Sleeping Beauty. Classical ballet, the ravages of alcoholism, serial poisoning. There’s plenty going on in Douglas Maxwell’s idiosyncratic Charlie Sonata at Edinburgh’s Lyceum Theatre – so much, in fact, that it’s hard to know what it all adds up to.

The Winter's Tale, Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh

A wonder-filled, child's-eye view of Shakespeare from director Max Webster

In the end, it’s all about Mamillius. It’s he – the young son of Leontes of Sicily – who launches director Max Webster’s really quite magical new production of Shakespeare’s credibilty-busting tragedy-cum-comedy at Edinburgh’s Lyceum Theatre, suggesting it’s all a child’s made-up story in the first place. It's he who fast-forwards us 16 years just after the interval.

Barbara Dickson, Union Chapel

BARBARA DICKSON, UNION CHAPEL Folk songstress provides a transport of musical delight to her native Scotland

Folk songstress provides a transport of musical delight to her native Scotland

Mention the name “Barbara Dickson” and everyone remembers “I Know Him so Well”, the duet with Elaine Paige which hit the top spot in 1985, the era of big hair, shoulders pads and dry ice. That song didn’t feature in Dickson’s concert at Union Chapel, but those who came to hear her other top 20 hits – “Answer Me”, “Caravans” and “January February” – weren’t disappointed. The last was the appropriate opener on a frigid February eve, but like everything she played, it was totally reinvented.

Quite deservedly, Dickson has enjoyed considerable commercial success and won awards for her acting (“Tell Me It’s Not True” from Blood Brothers was one of the evening’s many high points; “Across the Universe” from John, Paul George, Ringo… and Bert, another Willy Russell musical and the one which made her a household name, provided the encore) but her heart has always remained deep in the Scottish folk scene from which she emerged in the 1960s and ‘70s, along with artists such as Archie Fisher, Rab Noakes and Gerry Rafferty.

Nothing beats good musicians playing and singing their hearts out

Whichever Barbara drew people to Islington, no one would have returned home disappointed, for she touched all bases (“Some of you are nearly as old as I am”, she joked as the audience applauded the opening bars of golden oldies) in a generous performance: generous in what she gave of herself, generous to her band, and generous in her proper attribution of credit to those behind the songs. Her voice is impeccable still, a rioja gran reserva where once it was a tempranillo, and she’s gifted with astonishing vocal control, including an unexaggerated portamento that allows her to deliver a song in a slow tempo that brings forth all the emotion.

That enviable ability comes to the fore in the Scottish folk songs she performs with both reverence and deep knowledge – the poignant “Palace Grand”, for example, learned from the late Jean Redpath, the singer and collector who left Fife for New York as the 1960s revival drew a callow Bob Dylan to that city (Joan Baez recorded the song as “Lady Mary”.) Other traditional highlights included “MacCrimmon’s Lament”, sung a capella and seguing into an exhilarating Irish jig, which spotlighted Troy Donockley’s Uillian pipework, he riffing on them much as he does on lead guitar, and the majestic “Farewell to Fiunary”, all drums and drone.

There was also Brecht (“The Wife of the Solider”, with its Carthy/Swarbrick lyrics), James Taylor (“Millworker”, a song about sweated labour written before it made headlines for the Broadway musical Working), Dylan, Rafferty, and Felice and Boudleaux Bryant’s “Love Hurts”, a 1960 hit for the Everly Brothers who so captivated the teenage Barbara (check out her duet with Rab Noakes of "Sleepless Nights", overleaf).

Besides Donockley, who also played the Roland Aerophone, a versatile digital wind instrument, the band comprised Nick Holland on keyboards and vocals, Russell Field on percussion and low pipe, and Brad Lang on bass. Dickson occasionally swapped her trusty Martin guitar for the keyboard.

Nothing beats good musicians playing and singing their hearts out. The Union Chapel – where the lighting played on the stained glass, throwing up purple Scottish heather hues – was the perfect venue.

Overleaf: Barbara Dickson and Rab Noakes sing 'Sleepless Nights'

Photo Gallery: Aberdeenshire Sand Dunes

TRUMPED: SCOTTISH SAND DUNES Elegiac images from Aberdeenshire of dunes destroyed by the President Elect's golf course

These elegiac images of outstanding natural beauty have since been trumped

These photographs of sand dunes were taken by Brian David Stevens in Balmedie, Aberdeenshire, along a stretch of pristine Scottish coastline. The pictures themselves, while captivating and beautiful in their own right, also have political freight. For it is dunes such as these over which a long and ugly battle raged for several years.

Susan Calman, Soho Theatre

Feelgood stand-up with a political punch

Susan Calman's latest show has a delightfully silly title – Calman Before the Storm – which neatly doesn't pin her down to any particular theme but instead allows her to riff on a wide range of subjects. It makes for a pleasing hour of feelgood comedy.

This show started life at the Edinburgh Fringe earlier this year, while the Rio Olympics were taking place; but Calman wasn't worried that she might lose potential audiences. She knows her demographic: “Oh, I’d love to go see Susan, but no… the taekwondo is on!”

The Choir: Gareth's Best in Britain, BBC Two

THE CHOIR: GARETH'S BEST IN BRITAIN, BBC TWO Maestro Malone combs the British Isles for singers with soul and character

Maestro Malone combs the British Isles for singers with soul and character

Got Soul! Honeybelles! Mums in Durham! Three shortlisted finalists from the north and Scotland. Along the way we – and Gareth Malone – were sung to by the Mancunian Rhythm of Life, not to mention Too Many Cooks in Inverness, and a septuagenarian all-male group from Malton kept in order by a retired schoolmistress, who had evolved into a disciplined conductor – and had a fit of the giggles when faced with Mr Malone.