Recorded on two nights, on 8 and 9 October 1993, this 
          disc joins the rest of Skrowaczewski’s Bruckner cycle. At a surely unprecedented 
          super budget price this Eighth is a worthy addition to the catalogue 
          and contains in it manifold examples of the conductor’s long association 
          with Bruckner (collectors will well remember his Fourth with the Hallé, 
          last on Carlton). He achieves superb climaxes, perfectly weighted, with 
          robust and eloquent orchestral playing that never congeals into the 
          generic. There can be times when a somewhat more individual solo patina 
          is called for but otherwise the orchestra is responsive and fully equal 
          to Bruckner’s demands. 
        
 
        
At 82.24 this is a slow performance – though not unconscionably 
          so – but in such matters it is frequently the interrelatedness of tempi 
          which is of paramount importance and here Skrowaczewski reveals his 
          strengths as both a thinker in paragraphs and as a master of Brucknerian 
          punctuation. This is a big and dark-textured performance but listen 
          to the way the veiled string tone is introduced at 5’12 in the Adagio 
          to appreciate the level of subtlety and preparation that has gone toward 
          a performance such as this, a detail which is never mannered and emerges 
          with just the right weight of tone. Or listen to the control of dynamics 
          at the close of the same movement to understand and appreciate just 
          what gradations of sound really mean. 
        
 
        
Such flexibility and sensitivity can be found throughout 
          the discs – the symphony spills onto the second CD, which contains the 
          finale – and if this cannot for me displace the greatest recordings 
          committed to disc (Karajan and Knappertsbusch amongst them) it is an 
          excellent, well-recorded and thoroughly convincing account worthy of 
          the highest interest. 
        
 
        
        
Jonathan Woolf