I've not always been at one with Barenboim's approach to tempo and phrasing in Bruckner, but tonight he judged the momentum of the performance better than I've ever heard him, in any Bruckner, before: ....
.....Which brings me to my one difficulty with Barenboim's reading: not for the first time in this symphony, he allows the excitement of the final coda to get the better of him, and speeds up a little too much; the tempo here doesn't emerge naturally enough from the finely-judged events preceding it. Yet given the momentousness of those last pages, I'm inclined - well, almost - to forgive him.
Haven't we all become a bit spoiled by spectacle, by gleaming, rolls-royce orchestral displays of Brucknerian power and glory, to forget that it can be done with greater character? Character, calmly revealing, was what Barenboim brought to the music tonight. With time to stand and stare, time for "patience" - as perhaps Schuricht, and Georg Tintner have, in their very different ways, both shown.