A stunning aural experience - the extraordinary virtuosity and diversity of color achieved by the Grimethorpe Colliery Band astonishes.

The extraordinary virtuosity and diversity of colour achieved by the Grimethorpe Colliery Band can still astonish in spite of their well-known reputation. However, the brass-band world has always suffered from having a limited number of conductors with the musicianship and interpretative flair to equal that displayed in the concert-hall. Such a one is Elgar Howarth and Sir Malcolm Arnold has rightly praised his unerringly paced, carefully prepared yet highly spontaneous performances.

The composer was present throughout these recordings and himself conducted the final item, the Padstow Lifeboat march with its insistent offkey foghorn (based on the pitch of the real one at Trevose in Cornwall). The sheer ebullience of the playing is immediately breathtaking in the first of the Scottish Dances, and in the second the 'drunken' solo bass trombone is in the best tradition of the British brass experience. When the Grimethorpe players come to the glorious third Scottish Dance (one of the most magical tunes Arnold ever penned) the subtlety of colour is astonishing. The effect is quite lovely and the cornet choir are melting, with a subtly rich sonority beneath. One really does not miss the strings. A soloist then takes over against a gentle glockenspiel, the close frisson-creating. The gusto of the last dance is irresistible.

The eight English Dances are played with equal sophistication and brilliance, and are very enjoyable. Nevertheless, here I miss the orchestral colours more (these two suites are, in my opinion, the finest orchestral music Arnold ever wrote). Even so, the Meslo (Op. 27 No. 3) is quite haunting and the players get round the colour problem in the first dance in Op. 33 by whistling the air themselves! The heavy brass in the closing Gubiloso is a joy. The more melancholy atmosphere of the Cornish Dances is touchingly caught; the weird ghostly effects of the second and the hymn-like solemnity of the third (with their imagery of "deserted engine-house of the tin and copper mines", and echoes of Sankey and Mood hymns) are unforgettable. The two Little Suites (like the Padstow March) are written for brass band and demonstrate how well the composer—once a trumpeter himself in the LPO—understands the medium. The first has a charming Siciliano second movement, the second a Galop finale worthy of Offenbach in its effervescence, yet still very much of the bandstand. The finest of the original band works is the Fantasy, one of those rare test pieces which is more than just test for a soloist's nerve, combined sectional bravura and inter-instrumental tuning and sonorities. It is all those things, yet also a highly imaginative series of joined vignettes.

The performances are superlative and the recording made—appropriately—in Dewsbury (Yorkshire) Town Hall is tangible and natural, and beautifully balanced, making the most of the hall's ambience without any loss of detail. A stunning aural experience.

-- Gramophone [12/1993]

Although it is for his keyboard music that Sweelinck is remembered today, it's a curious fact (pointed out by Richard Marlow in his insert-note to this release) that it was his vocal music—and virtually all of it at that—that made it into print during his lifetime. One of his most notable achievements was to set all of the Psalms in French (the favoured language of the amateur circles for which this music was probably intended), an exercise that occupied his entire creative life and found its monument in four volumes of superb psalm-settings, published between 1604 and 1621. This new recording offers 15 pieces from the third book, published in 1614, and gives notice of the variety and ingenuity to be found in Sweclinck's vocal output, encompassing as it does robust antiphony in Venetian style, elegantly fluid counterpoint, and imaginative manipulation of his original psalm melodies in a manner not a million miles removed from that of a Bach organ chorale. The most striking characteristic on first hearing, however, must be Sweelinck's charming touches of word-painting, evident above all in the first and last pieces on the disc: Psalm 150, with its depiction of the laudatory tabour ("bou-bou-bou-bou-bour"!); and Psalm 148, whose sinister evocation of the. whales of the deep is followed immediately by a vivid representation of fire, hail, snow and ice.


The mixed voices of the Trinity College Choir are on good form here. Though their sound is not quite as sharply focused—and hence not as contrapuntally lucid—as that of some other ensembles around at the moment, they produce a nicely blended sound that is never less than easy on the ear. But it is Richard Marlow's astute and imaginative direction that really makes this a recording worth hearing; his sensitivity and responsiveness to the constant changes of choral texture are tireless, while a willowy, declamatory springiness to the vocal delivery and an ability to give the music a firm rhythmic impetus help him to delineate both the form and sense of each piece. This disc multiplies the number of Sweelinck's vocal works currently in the catalogue by 16—and it also provides 77 minutes of the most intelligent and lively choral music-making.

-- Gramophone [8/1992]

An assured and impressive performance, with expressive dynamic shadings, pure intonation, and intelligent phrasing.

...John Rutter and Richard Marlow with their Cambridge choirs here cover all Poulenc's sacred choral music except the Stabat mater... Both sets of performances are very good, with fine balance, expressive dynamic shadings, pure intonation, intelligent phrasing and excellent enunciation—so good that it seems a pity their programmes should overlap for the Penitential and Christmas motets and the three others. The main difference between them is that the acoustics of Trinity College chapel are more resonant than that of University College School hall, used by Rutter (though this has certainly no lack of warmth): as a result, the College choir, already splendidly firm of voice, produces a notably rich sonority... The Regent Chamber Choir...snatches off ends of phrases too abruptly. This habit is very marked in Poulenc's angular and Stravinskyan Mass, in which weight and fullness of tone are lacking in the men (e.g. at the start of the "Gloria"), as becomes very obvious when compared with Marlow's assured and impressive performance (with a very sweet-toned soprano in the "Agnus Dei").

-- Gramophone [10/1988, comparing this CD with Collegium 506 and Regent/Target 101]

This is singing of Russian song at its finest, intense yet personal, eloquent but never straying into the operatic.

Only a third of the songs on this fourth volume of Conifer's complete Tchaikovsky (previous issues were reviewed in 8/96 and 1/97) are sung by Leiferkus, but they include some of the finest, and the Finest performances. There is a superb irony in his singing of As they reiterated, "Fool!", as he curls his voice around the phrases and hardens his tone into a snarl for the reproach to the drunkard; yet the cavernous pain in one of Tchaikovsky's strangest songs, In dark Hell, matches without any emotional distancing the poem's grim mood. With Exploit he controls the growth of tone towards the climax superbly, then dropping to a hushed, exhausted quality for the quiet final verse.

This is singing of Russian song at its finest, intense yet personal, eloquent but never straying into the operatic. Nina Rautio is not so sure-footed. At her best, she can respond with grace and a fresh sense of colour, as with the pretty Pimpinella. In Sleep she pays close attention to the words, which hold the key (as so often with Tchaikovsky) to phrasing that can be elusive. But when less at ease with a song, she can take refuge in operatic declamation of a kind that loses the idiom, as with Softly the spirit, or snatch at the phrasing, as with Thy radi ant image. The setting of Mignon's Kennst du das Land (in Tyutchev's translation) is more successfully handled, not least because of the beautiful playing ofSemion Skigin. He has the idiom of these songs in his veins, and the skill to match his singers and respond to the best in them. There is no finer Russian song pianist performing today.

-- Gramophone [7/1998]

Malcolm Arnold has been a central figure in British musical life for fifty years, believing that ‘to be asked by a performer whose accomplishment one admires is the greatest incentive to write music’. His Symphony No. 2, for Charles Groves and his Bournemouth Orchestra, and Concerto for Two Pianos, for Phyllis Sellick and Cyril Smith, both reflect this, and in Handley’s performances they are certainly colourful...
Performance: **** Sound: *****

-- Terry Barfoot, BBC Music Magazine

'It is not you who are under my influence, but I who am under yours,' wrote Shostakovich to Ustvolskaya. Certainly, though their music shares sorrow, grotesquerie and violence, Ustvolskaya has a vision all her own. The Octet appears to be an obsessive rite; violins worry over the same narrow range of notes, and cower before the relentless timpanic beating. Leiferkus’s speaking voice provides the only real music in the arid Symphony. Welcome to the Gulag. Shostakovich’s Piano Quintet, spare as it is, arrives like a shower of delightful opulence.

-- Helen Wallace, BBC Music Magazine

These performances received Gramophone's "Recording of the Month" award for June 1997, as well as a 1998 Gramophone "Critic's Choice" award.
REVIEWS:
American Record Guide (11-12/97, p.186) - "...The instrumental ensemble is very fine, and Christine Brandes has a lovely, fresh soprano that sails through this music with melting ease....The sound is warm and congenial..."

A vibrant selection of pictorial-impressionist exotica.

This disc made little impression when first issued and the undertow caused by the fall of Conifer delivered the coup de grace. It certainly deserves better if you have a taste for Russian nationalism.

Mtzyri is a nice piece of Russo-Oriental pictorial-impressionist exotica. Its elements include a Sheherazade-sinuous song for solo violin and the minaret and the muezzin are never far away. Think in terms of a more lucidly orchestrated brother of Balakirev's Tamara and the tragic-tormented aspects of Tchaikovsky’s Manfred. It’s all done with real conviction and soprano Barainsky (13:20) holds an impressive high note with throbbing invincibility.

The Symphony is lively enough and wends its way between Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov - nearer to Tchaikovsky. The quiet shuddering footfall in the third movement recalls the Capriccio Italien.

The booklet notes - now standard in ArkivMusic licensed discs - are by Toccata's Martin Anderson and are therefore a rewarding read in their own right. They are in English, French and German. They paint in the details of the life and music with a fine brush.

A minor gripe is that despite there being plenty of space we have only one attractive segment of the Caucasian Sketches - the composer's only claim to popularity. There was room for the whole suite.

This is a handsome offering and something to tantalise until we can hear his other works. There are six operas including The Last Barricade (1933-34) which has as its subject the Paris Commune. We would do well in our safety and superiority not to hold against him that, as the times dictated, ‘patriotic’ pieces were required and were delivered: Song of Stalin, Hymn to Work, Voroshilov March, The Year 1917. Further afield there is a Catalan Suite and a four movement work, Karelia - possibly intended as his Second Symphony. Other folk-influenced material include An Evening in Georgia, Musical Pictures of Uzbekistan, On the Steppes of Turkmenistan and Turkish Fragments.

If you would like to delve beyond this disc try Naxos 8.553405 (Caucasian Sketches – suites 1 and 2), Marco Polo 8.223629 (Yar-Khmel, Ossian Tableaux, Jubilee March and Episode from life of Schubert etc) and Marco Polo 8.220217 (Symphony 1 and Turkish Fragments).

Gary Brain is a sensitive and confident advocate for this largely unknown music. It is to his credit that he continues to champion the wilder periphery. His discography includes the Truscott Symphony (Marco Polo) and a cycle of orchestral discs presenting music by Polish-Swiss composer, Czeslaw Marek (Koch International).

-- Rob Barnett, MusicWeb International