Rachmaninoff: Symphony No. 1.
Philharmonia Orchestra conducted by Vladimir Ashkenazy. Signum Classics. $16.99.
Prokofiev: Symphony No. 7; The Love for Three Oranges—March and Scherzo; Lieutenant Kijé—Suite. São Paulo Symphony Orchestra
conducted by Marin Alsop. Naxos. $12.99.
The works of the great Russian symphonists
have so much to say, and say it with such elegance, that new interpretations
are always welcome – as are these two, with one significant caveat. Vladimir Ashkenazy, himself
Russian-born, has a deep affinity for Rachmaninoff’s music, and the live 2016
recording of Symphony No. 1 on Signum Classics is a real winner for those who
do not yet own a performance of the symphony. Although the first performance of
this symphony was famously awful, conducted by Glazunov (a fine composer but
never a very adept conductor) when he was apparently drunk, the symphony itself
is a towering achievement, better-organized and more tightly knit in many ways
than Rachmaninoff’s two later ones. Ashkenazy gets excellent playing from the
Philharmonia Orchestra, which does not have the ideal sound for such deeply
Russian music – the strings are very clear, but not as warm as those of the
best Russian orchestras, and some additional growling in the brass would have
been welcome – but if the performance lacks a certain inherent Russian-ness, it
possesses instead a very well-thought-through progress that shows the deep
unity of the symphony and the intricacy with which the young composer sustained
its emotional arc. Ashkenazy’s conducting is heavily shaped by and responsive
to his many years as a piano virtuoso, with a strong sense of structure and the
ability to balance lines, including the orchestra’s middle voices, so as to
heighten the emotional communication of the music. The performance is a solid
and highly admirable one, but for all its quality, the release has a flaw in
that it includes only the symphony,
which means the CD runs a mere 43 minutes. That means buying a full-priced CD
with only as much music as used to fit on a single vinyl record – a justifiable
expense for Ashkenazy fans and perhaps for people just starting to collect
Rachmaninoff’s symphonic works, but otherwise a bit too much of an indulgence. High-quality
CDs can now contain more than 80 minutes of music, and the decision to release
one with barely more than half that amount of material makes the purchase
decision for listeners more difficult to justify. That is too bad, since
Ashkenazy’s handling of the symphony is so idiomatic and packs such a solid
emotional punch.
There is a similar less-for-your-money caveat with the new recording of
Prokofiev’s Symphony No. 7 on Naxos, featuring the São Paulo Symphony Orchestra
conducted by Marin Alsop. This orchestra is even less Russian-sounding than the
Philharmonia, and Alsop does not have a particularly strong feeling, either
intuitive or learned, for Prokofiev’s music, or indeed for much of the standard
repertoire. But she is frequently excellent when conducting modern works, and
the 20th century is something of a specialty for her; and the result
in this case is one of the best discs in her Prokofiev cycle – which this
release completes. Alsop is a little light on the bitter and sarcastic elements
of the symphony, but she gives full rein to its warmth, nostalgia and
frequently crepuscular sound. The musicians play very well indeed for her, and
if their sectional balance is not quite as good as that of the Philharmonia
Orchestra, it is certainly fine; furthermore, when Alsop calls for genuine
full-orchestra sound at the symphony’s climaxes, she invariably gets it – with
the result being highly dramatic and heartfelt. However, the production
decisions regarding this disc are even harder to fathom than those relating to
Ashkenazy’s Rachmaninoff First. The Alsop CD runs less than 56 minutes, which
means there was plenty of room for additional material. But the chance to
explore Prokofiev further is thrown recklessly away. This is most notable in
the intelligent idea of including both the endings of the symphony’s finale –
the original quiet and enigmatic one, which sounds a bit like something by
Shostakovich, and the louder and brasher one that Prokofiev created to satisfy
the Soviet authorities. But instead of presenting the final movement in its
entirety with both endings, or even offering, say, the last three minutes or
so, during which Prokofiev recalls earlier material, all Alsop provides is the
final 20 seconds of the revised ending – completely out of context. Furthermore,
while there is plenty of room on the CD for the entire six-movement suite from The Love for Three Oranges, since the
suite lasts less than 20 minutes, Alsop presents only four minutes of the music
– the third and fourth movements. The reasoning for this is difficult to
comprehend. She does, however, include the entire five-movement Lieutenant Kijé—Suite, and presents it
with lilt, charm, and just the right degree of snide humor. In fact, the
presentation makes the omission of the balance of the suite from The Love for Three Oranges even more
puzzling – clearly Alsop has a way with Prokofiev’s film and stage music.
Listeners who have collected the five earlier CDs in Alsop’s Prokofiev cycle
will surely want to have this one as well, despite the reality that the disc
could easily have offered even more pleasures than it in fact does.
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