Miloš Karadaglić, LPO Foyle Future Firsts, 100 Club

Well-hyped guitarist provides a late-night serenade to meatier fare in cabaret

Bear with me while, like supergroomed rising star Miloš Karadaglić retuning his guitar to a mellower vein, I adjust my concert-hall vocab and describe this as a no-gimmicks sell-out gig underground with young musicians from the London Philharmonic’s Foyle Future Firsts scheme presenting two varied sets and Karadaglić headlining. And now I’ll just revert to old habits and declare the meat to be a slice of Classicism chromatically spiced (Mozart) and a 20th-century maverick pushing Neo-Baroque into near-atonality (Stravinsky), our top guitarist serenading by way of late-night coda. All this to listen to with the intent of a seasoned concertgoer or to doze to with drink in hand, as you please.

Not that some of the sweet juve players were entirely cool with it. When you've always kept your audience at arm's length in a recital space, it can't be easy to find folk at tables right under your nose texting and quaffing. But the point is that this was good practice even for the less seasoned meeters-and-greeters, since the set-up had to include introductions varying from the read-out high-falutin programme note your average newcomer to classical cabaret just wouldn't get to a bluff line in curt preface: of the Poulenc Sonata for trumpet, trombone and horn, we were told, "One critic said that this was 18th-century music with wrong notes. They're not wrong notes, and we hope you like it."

I did, and I also liked bassoonist Laura Vincent's personable introduction to the two movements of Stravinsky's Septet, toughest numbers on the programme for which there was no avoiding a bit of explanation about a passacaglia and a gigue verging on atonality; she even got away with the "Stravinsky was the Madonna of his time" line. And James Turnbull is a natural, brimming with genuine enthusiasm for one of the best oboe pieces not actually written for oboe, as he put it: "Nightclub 1960" from Piazzolla's History of the Tango, transcribed from the flute-and-guitar original. He delivered it with panache alongside subtle harpist Elizabeth McNulty, whose earlier glissandi in the Debussy Trio had showered stardust over late, lamented Humphrey Lyttleton's stuffy but ever-atmospheric venue (reprieved, I'm delighted to hear, from imminent execution).

edu_fff_1011The "sets" were well thought out in chunks of 25 minutes each, the first sandwiching the Debussy and a movement from the Ravel duo-sonata - stunningly executed by violinist Emily Dellit and cellist Arturo Serna - between Stravinsky's trio arrangement of numbers from The Soldier's Tale, and the Poulenc, showcasing a nice line in vibrato-ed trumpet song from Ellie Lovegrove. Good to know, too, that laughing at musical humour is not the prerogative of all-too-knowing Wigmore old-timers. The slow movement from Mozart's Quintet for piano and winds was the stilling heart of the second sequence, nicely set up by a Julian Anderson miniature and bringing together seven of the 14 players (most of them pictured above) sharing the platform for the later Stravinsky. Some of the groups need to loosen up and just enjoy the freedom such a space can give them, but again, it's all good practice, and drew the listeners in even as the old air con chuntered and the bar flies chattered.

Total silence, on the other hand, greeted the star turn. Fair enough, 28-year-old Karadaglić has a new CD to flog, his first for Deutsche Grammophon. Surely conscious of the matinee-idol looks which are going to be a selling point, he accounted for himself in a manner both much slicker and at the same time seemingly less sincere than the youngsters. But he was here on the eve of his Wigmore recital to show his artistry, and if the injunction "let's rock" didn't translate into the results, we did have more than a sample of his poetic soul. I'm no doyen of the classical guitar, and the only time I've heard the colours of a full orchestra in it was a year ago, from that absolute master Paco Peña, but there were certainly the shades and freedoms of a fine artist in the Albéniz pieces and the lullaby-esque Tarrega encore he gave us.

4779338Karadaglić makes much of his pride in the Montenegran motherland, and finds there's no place like home every time he plays Carlo Domeniconi's variations on a Turkish song, Koyunbaba. Well, it's not great music, even if the tune it reflects upon is of the essence, but this was just what we needed at coming up to 11 o'clock: a late-night meditation that had an air of the improvised about it. Which again is the highest praise, and makes me wonder if real improvisation might not be the next step for relaxed "classical" cabaret nights like this. Bravo to the glammy ladies of Limelight for setting them up and moving them forward; they'll surely run and run.

Next page: Karadaglić plays part of Albéniz's Asturias

The Blue God/ The Firebird, Les Saisons Russes du XXI Siècle, London Coliseum

Ilze Liepa as the goddess in the Lotus Flower entwined with Nikolai Tsiskaridze's Blue God

Russian Diaghilevfest kicks off with half-authentic homage to artistic fantasy

Anyone who feels, as I do, that the Aesthetic Movement's "cult of beauty" now on display at the Victoria and Albert Museum can't compare with the fabulous Ballets Russes exhibition which went before it can dine again on a feast of Russian colour at the Coliseum. You'll eventually be rewarded, in this Kremlin Ballet-based company's first show, with the closest to the spirit of 1910 a recent London Firebird has ever come. Whether the choreography and the music for The Blue God have more than the loosest connection with Diaghilev is another matter.

CD: Tansy Davies - Troubairitz

'Troubairitz': There’s a satisfying darkness to Tansy Davies’s imagination

Young British composer visits the dark side

Tansy Davies’s neon and inside out 2 can’t help but recall Stravinsky’s 1940s commission for Woody Herrmann’s orchestra, the Ebony Concerto. There’s an idiomatic use of rich, low-pitched sounds (plenty of bassoon and bass clarinet), and insidious, catchy dance rhythms bounce away in the bass. There’s a hint of Louis Andriessen-style Euro-Minimalism too; these are pieces which really move. But there’s a satisfying darkness to Davies’s imagination; for all the foot-tapping, this is music with unsettling power and immediacy.

Ax, London Philharmonic Orchestra, Jurowski, Royal Festival Hall

Vladimir Jurowski: A demonic twinkle in the eye

Jurowski's elaborate musical caprice with four captivating courses

Send in the clowns. Or at least that was Vladimir Jurowski’s musical thinking in bringing together the mighty foursome of Prokofiev, Stravinsky, Haydn and Shostakovich and seeing just how far their capricious natures might take us. The allusions and parodies came thick and fast and just when you thought there was no more irony to tap, in came the most outrageous instance of misdirection in the history of 20th-century music: Shostakovich’s Sixth Symphony. And that is no joke.

Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, Rattle, Barbican Hall

String playing not of this world in Stravinsky and Mahler

Sir Simon Rattle's clever programming struck again last night, showing us that musical neoclassicism - for want of a better word, which would be something like neo-everything - didn't begin with Stravinsky, whose Apollo ballet is surely his most elevated set of gestures to the past.

Ogrintchouk, BBCSO, Bělohlávek, Barbican

Squiggled storyline from Laurence Sterne's 'The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy'

Stravinsky, Prokofiev and even the squiggly new Dalbavie work fall flat

Everywhere I looked I saw children, some burying their heads in their mothers' chests, some doodling on programme notes. One was dancing to Prokofiev's Sixth Symphony. Ambitious. Last night's BBC Symphony Orchestra concert had been given over to family listening. My first thought was why? Stravinsky's fun but dry Dumbarton Oaks is hardly suitable. And Prokofiev's Sixth is psychologically X-rated when done right. Sandwiched between these two works, however, was, superficially, a perfect stocking filler: a new Oboe Concerto from accessible Spectralist Marc-André Dalbavie that sees the apotheosis of the humble squiggle.

Lill, Orchestra of Opera North, González, Leeds Town Hall

Gaudy Victorian splendour: Cuthbert Brodrick’s town hall in Leeds

A glowing Russian spread from a very fine northern orchestra

Outstanding orchestral playing can be found outside London, Manchester and Birmingham. Unlike those cities, Leeds doesn’t have a purpose-built modern concert hall suitable for large-scale concerts, making do with the gaudy Victorian splendour of Cuthbert Brodrick’s town hall. Acoustically it’s not perfect, but the striking canopy hanging precariously over the concert platform has improved matters. Leeds does have a full-time orchestra; formerly known as the English Northern Philharmonia, the Orchestra of Opera North have a year-round joint role in the opera house and concert hall, giving regular concerts in Leeds and in the surrounding area.

The Risør Festival at the Wigmore Hall

Risør, Norway, home to an impressive and not so little music festival

Pianists Andsnes and Hamelin go ballistic in the Rite of Spring

A hell of a lot of talent was on display last night at the Wigmore Hall, where pianist Leif Ove Andsnes's home festival of Risør was stationed for the weekend. The big draw was a performance of The Rite of Spring for two pianos. The work is violent enough in orchestral form but when jammed onto two keyboards it has the potential to degenerate into the most unimaginably demented hand-to-hand combat you'll ever see. Last night's performance - Andsnes facing off against a man that gets pianophiles like me pant-wettingly excited, Marc-André Hamelin - was little short of psychopathic.

London Philharmonic Orchestra, Vasily Petrenko, Royal Festival Hall

The phenomenal Russian conductor goes the extra mile in Shostakovich

Is Shostakovich’s Eleventh a great, grim epic symphony worthy both of its toughest predecessors – 4, 8 and 10 – and of the 1905 massacre it avowedly commemorates, or long-winded film music too subservient to its revolutionary-song material? I used to think the latter, but three conductors have made me change my mind: Rostropovich, taking infinite care over the conjuring of icy Palace Square wastes, Semyon Bychkov winning over the BBC Symphony Orchestra at the Proms and now Vasily Petrenko, pulling off the most profound and surprising coup in what I once found the weakest movement, the finale.

Is Shostakovich’s Eleventh a great, grim epic symphony worthy both of its toughest predecessors – 4, 8 and 10 – and of the 1905 massacre it avowedly commemorates, or long-winded film music too subservient to its revolutionary-song material? I used to think the latter, but three conductors have made me change my mind: Rostropovich, taking infinite care over the conjuring of icy Palace Square wastes, Semyon Bychkov winning over the BBC Symphony Orchestra at the Proms and now Vasily Petrenko, pulling off the most profound and surprising coup in what I once found the weakest movement, the finale.

BBC Symphony Orchestra 80th Birthday Concert, Barbican

Kari Kriikku as Kaija Saariaho's unicorn, with David Robertson conducting the BBCSO

Bread-and-butter Stravinsky wins the day in a well-stacked contemporary sandwich

Eighty years ago yesterday, the 41-year-old Adrian Boult launched the distinguished history of what was then a 114-strong BBC Symphony Orchestra with Wagner's Flying Dutchman Overture in Portland Place. Three months later ice-and-fire Ernest Ansermet was over to conduct Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring in a programme which included the composer at the piano. Both works were indispensible to last night's celebrations: crispbread and butter wrapped around an equally representative contemporary filling that spread its wow factor relatively thin.