The occasion of this ambient excitement was a performance by the NSO of Giuseppe Verdi’s “Otello” that doubled as the inaugural installment of “Opera in Concert,” a new series driven by the pledge of maestro Gianandrea Noseda to perform at least one concert presentation of an opera each season. (...)For an opera so rife with betrayal, deception and jealousy, “Otello” on Friday was nothing but matches made in heaven: the NSO and a cast of talented singers; the chemistry and compatibility of the singers themselves; Noseda and Verdi (!). It was an evening of little surprises, high drama and big payoffs. (...)“Otello” is about as late Verdi as you can get. The composer’s penultimate opera premiered in 1887 and followed an extended retreat/intended retirement from opera. As such, it teems with pent-up musical ideas. Sans staging and lighting and costumes, the ideas become the architecture, the score becomes the set, and the psychological depth of Verdi’s music takes center stage — especially so under Noseda, who brought his reliable detail-forward approach to the music without abandoning any of the requisite bombast.(...)
Noseda brought out not just the music but also the musicality of Iago’s machinations — the intricate, nearly Baroque designs of his deceptions. Or, when messing with Cassio, the sinister undercurrents beneath the frothy surface of their friendship. Sturdily sung — with impressively instant dislikability — by baritone Roman Burdenko, this was an Iago that sounded classic and canonical with a lurid confidence that felt fresh and contemporary, i.e., what we now call “toxic.” Noseda veiled Iago’s lies with innocent violins and sharpened Verdi’s hooks to make them linger in the memory like planted suspicions. The Washington Post, Micheal Andor Brodeur
(...) Yet Noseda and his forces also put the grandeur front and center. Sitting in the Kennedy Center concert hall and seeing the wall of bodies on stage, the large orchestra below and the blended forces of the Choral Arts Society and the University of Maryland Concert Choir arrayed in the chorus seats above them, communicated a palpable sense of power and spectacle even before the first notes resounded through the hall.
Noseda’s NSO is playing better than any other incarnation experienced of that orchestra. In the early bars, its self-awareness gave the music a sense of polish that, combined with the chorus’s glass-clear diction, made one initially think the evening might offer Verdi at an aestheticized remove. But Noseda is too much an opera guy, and particularly an Italian opera guy, to let that happen. He likes grace, but he also gets drama. The result was scintillating, edge-of-the-seat Verdi, played throughout with an extra awareness of just how beautiful this score really is. But what you really need to get memorable Verdi are memorable singers; and here, too, the NSO came through — likely boosted by Noseda’s relationships with the singers he’s worked with at his previous post at the Turin opera and his current one as the musical head of the opera house in Zurich. (...)
Noseda led everything with fluidity and utter commitment, reminding everyone, after his recent “Ring” cycles in Zurich, that this is his home turf; almost doing the limbo backward over the rail of his podium at times in his effort to include the vocal soloists in the wingspan of his conducting arms. And the orchestra kept on shimmering. The trumpets announcing the arrival of emissaries from Venice, stationed in the balcony above the chorus, were preternaturally gorgeous, like a Last Judgment heralded by angels who have only good news to bring. Washington Classical Review, Anne Midgette