These are quite marvellous – and in the case of the Fourth Symphony, incendiary – performances. There’s something about the temperament of the Danish National Symphony Orchestra when they rejoice in the bracing and songful adventures of…
It’s easy to underestimate the depth and breadth of Andrew Davis’ repertoire and indeed his sterling qualities as a conductor – his ebullience, his robust sense of rhythm and razor sharp ears. All of which is much…
Mahler’s impact on those that followed him was greater than he would ever know. For Shostakovich it was the irony, the grand gesturing, the uncertainty of a symphonic tradition pushed to its limits. The two Tenths impact…
In a matter of only weeks before this recording arrived for revue I’d been privileged to witness two great (and I don’t use the word lightly) Rattle performances: an unforgettable Mahler 2 at the BBC Proms and…
Noseda’s account of Tchaikovsky’s Fifth doesn’t put a foot wrong but leaves one wanting so much more. I could leave the review at that and in a way have said as much as needs saying. But let…
Only fitting that the ever-resourceful Cheneke! should kick off a brand new contract with Decca celebrating a favourite son, Samuel Coleridge-Taylor. Listening to this expertly curated collection of orchestral and instrumental sweetmeats reveals a composer well-steeped in…
Like the Slavonic Dances before them Dvořák’s Legends sound and feel like they were born into an orchestra. Piano, four hands, seems like a distant memory though clearly the homespun ‘salon’ ethos will always be redolent of…
The real pleasure here lies with the Czech Philharmonic – something individual, characterful and homespun in a world dominated by the supersonic. The playing has a warmth and generosity – and brilliance, don’t get me wrong –…
I think it’s fair to say that I greeted the inaugural Ravel collection from this source with ‘modified rapture’. But reservations apart, it was self-evident to me (and I’m not being fanciful) that there was something deeply…
I don’t think anybody would deny that there were times when Gennady Rozhdestvensky wore his craft so lightly, so casually, that the impression he was ‘coasting’ on his laurels did neither himself nor his orchestras any favours.…
