In der allgemeinen Verwirrung war nicht klar, ob es ursprünglich Savalls Absicht war, Stücke hintereinander aufzuführen, welche auf den gleichen harmonischen und rhythmischen Abläufen basieren - und so Längen entstanden, in denen sich eines wie das andere anhörte.
Hearing one piece was as good as hearing them all; for some reason during this concert that hoary chestnut got stuck in the German-speaking part of my brain and, being capable of only thinking in one language at a time, ultimately came out as something neither English, German, nor particularly musically literate. Following the altered programme was similarly confusing, but despite the organizational shambles and more than a few longueurs the playing was at least unfailingly vibrant and infectious. This was the first time I’ve heard Savall live and what is systematically denied by our local ayatollah of period practice – musicality, a collective sense of expressive freedom, and purely unforced Heiterkeit – was thrown into stark relief. For more, see Bachtrack.