Inkinen knows that the secret of sustaining the long, unwieldy first and last movements is to ensure that textures are as clear and pellucid as a spring morning in the Alps. Aaron Copland once wrote that Mahler's orchestra was the first to play like a pianist without a pedal, and this conductor would surely agree.
Throughout pages teaming with directives, Inkinen caught them all, thrilling us with the might of the full orchestra and then letting us feel the shudder of an immense diminuendo.
Schoenberg, chiding critic Olin Downes for his cavalier treatment of this symphony, found strokes of genius in every bar. Inkinen seemed determined to search them out in the two Nachtmusik movements; the second offered bowers of enchantment, with the gentle guitar and mandolin joining an honourable roll call of other orchestral soloists.
Perhaps too much shameless major and minor is in the Finale for us to hear it as a total break with the Romantic century; yet, in other ways, it seems contemporary. Inkinen made it appear so, captivating us with Mahler's often visceral conflagration of sounds and incidents.
Classical music
What: New Zealand Symphony Orchestra
Where and when: Auckland Town Hall, Saturday