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Naxos have given us some exceptional symphonic
recordings of late Elgar No. 1 under George Hurst (2/94), Walton No. 1 from Paul
Daniel (2/98) and Bax No. 1 from David Lloyd-Jones (4/98) and this addition to
their evolving Bruckner cycle by veteran Austrian conductor Georg Tintner is in a similar
league.
It is a beautifully shaped performance,
characterfully played and vividly recorded. Whats more, it is, in effect, a
gramophone first, for though the original, 1872 version of Bruckners
Second Symphony has been recorded elsewhere this new Tintner recording is the first to
reach a wider market. As such, it looks set to become an important reference point, much
as Inbals Teldec recording of the first version of the Fourth Symphony was (1/86).
Not that the differences between editions are
quite as significant as they were in that case. Indeed, they are even less significant if
the revised 1877 text of the Second Symphony is played complete, as it is on several
extant recordings. What the earlier 1872 version principally offers is the reversal of the
order of the two inner movements (the Scherzo now comes before the Andante),
a full clutch of repeats in the Scherzo and Trio, a rather longer development
section in the finale, various small changes to the orchestration and the absence of some
of the more meretricious tempo markings, such as the Sehr schnell which appears in
the 1877 edition over the first movements concluding 17 bars. What is appealing
about the full monty I use the word in the non-cinematographic sense is the
feeling it gives of the symphonys Schubertian pedigree: heavenly length joining
hands with a deep sense of melancholy and melodic Angst.
Which brings me to Tintners reading of the
symphony, which is shrewd and affectionate, tellingly phrased and beautifully paced, the
moves away from and back to the basic pulse nicely handled. This is Bruckner conducting as
it used to be practised by Carl Schuricht, whose recordings of the Fifth and Ninth
Symphonies will be in many collections.
There is also something reassuringly
old-fashioned about the playing of the National Symphony Orchestra of Ireland. Make no
mistake, it is a first-rate ensemble. The solo oboe-playing and ripe-toned bassoon first
catch the attention; but the entire orchestra has the character of a well-to-do country
cousin who is blessedly innocent of the more tiresome aspects of metropolitan life. As I
say, an exceptional record.
RO
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