I admit to a somewhat guilty pleasure: I just love reading bad reviews… or rather very non clairvoyant ones, when the critic who is listening to the premiere of a work just misses the fact that, maybe, this could become part of the standard repertoire in, say, a few decades or so.
Several of those were printed after various journalists heard Scriabin’s Prometheus, a somewhat exalted piece, I grant you, but very intriguing, overwhelming and quite beautiful, especially since Scriabin transformed it in something between a symphony with piano or a concerto more prone to dialogue than combat. Alain Lefèvre will give a rare performance with the OSM on Sunday. Here are a few “gems”.
“If cacophonous discordance and noise which irritates the ear reflects the music of th
e antediluvian days, then Scriabin’s Prometheus describes most succesfully the chaos of those days… It may be true that the Russian composer is too far advanced for the presenet generation and that his doctrine and music will be accepted in years to come, but as the writer is not a reader of the future, the work is condemned for the present.” (Musical Courier, New York, March 10, 1915)
“Scriabin’s Prometheus is the product of a once fine composer suffering from mental derangement, and Schoenberg’s lucubrations are simply nothing at all. You cannot expect either a journalist or his public to see any difference between a lunatic and an idiot.” (Frederick Corder, “On the Cult of Wrong Notes”, in Musical Quaterly, July 1915)
“As a kind of drug, no doubt Scriabin’s music has a certain significance, but it is wholly superfluous. We already have cocaine, morphine, hashish, heroin, anhalonium, and innumerable similar productions, to say nothing of alcohol. Surely that is enough. On the other hand, we have only one music. Why must we degrade an art into a spiritual narcotic? Why is it more artistic tu use eight horns and five trimpets than to use eight brandies and five double whiskies?” (Cecil Gray, A Survey of Contemporary Music, London, 1924)