This Orfeo set contains a concert from a 22-day tour, 
          during which Furtwängler and the orchestra gave 18 concerts in 
          three countries. The Haydn 88 from Stuttgart prefaced another Bruckner 
          4 and, somewhat incongruously, Ravel’s Rapsodie Espagnole. This 
          concert was also preserved in its entirety and would have made a fascinating 
          companion set to the Munich concert. The Bruckner symphony barely alters 
          from Stuttgart to Munich but the earlier performance has been issued 
          less frequently and the audience is quieter. A previous issue of the 
          Bruckner from Munich is at a higher pitch, causing a difference of over 
          three minutes to the symphony’s timing; this one seems to be correct 
          and is from a Bavarian Radio tape. Direct comparison appears to indicate 
          that the previous issue was of an in-house tape, judging from the giveaway 
          presence of seat creaking. 
        
 
        
H.C. Robbins Landon has said that Furtwängler’s 
          studio recording of Haydn 88 (made a little over a month later with 
          the Berlin Philharmonic) is one of the finest of all Haydn symphony 
          recordings. High praise, but Furtwängler’s heavily accented way 
          with the symphony is not to my taste; certainly of the works on this 
          set it is the one which most modern ears will find hardest to like. 
          The first beat of the bar is relentlessly stressed in the first and 
          third movements and grace is in short supply throughout. The live performance 
          betrays these faults rather more strongly than the studio recording. 
          Without recourse to the slimmer textures of period instruments, Rattle 
          has conducted the Vienna Phil in this piece to much more positive effect; 
          I hope they record it together. 
        
 
        
The popularity of Furtwängler’s art and the increasing 
          accessibility of good original tapes has led to just about every one 
          of the conductor’s extant performances being available at any one time. 
          Consequently even the most mendacious of labels have ceased to claim 
          that such-and-such a Beethoven 7 is ‘never before released’. Record 
          companies now claim the attention of Furtwängler-fanciers with 
          one of two tactics: new remastering of familiar tapes (which Tahra and 
          EMI do, largely with success) and the repackaging of more-or-less familiar 
          performances in the context of their original concert (EMI’s recently 
          issued set of the Third and Fifth Brandenburgs with an Eroica is a must-hear). 
          Perhaps the concept sounds rather glib, but the more such packages I 
          hear, the more I find that they not only enhance the enjoyment of performances 
          which may already be familiar to the listener but that the provision 
          of their context offers valuable information about aspects of the interpretation 
          on that particular occasion - aspects which might otherwise have caused 
          one to prefer another performance on another occasion. 
        
 
        
Taking into consideration Furtwängler’s recorded 
          performances of the Coriolan Overture as an example, few would rate 
          the broader span of this Munich performance superior to the terrifyingly 
          intense version from Berlin in 1943. The sforzandi which slash across 
          the earlier version are softened in favour of a no less weighty (the 
          glowering, massive opening chords should convince you of that) concentration 
          on the work’s doom-laden dramatic subtext. In 1943 the release of fury 
          through the work’s climactic series of descending chords had been scored 
          so heavily into the music that the coda limps disjointedly to its muted 
          end like a wounded beast. In 1951 the descent is more gradual and more 
          noble, at a steadier tempo with slightly less exaggeratedly soft playing. 
          If anything, the interpretation brings out a sense of the heroic in 
          the score rather than that of desperation. Schumann’s Manfred comes 
          much closer both in dramatic content and in structure. What, then, does 
          Furtwängler programme next in the concert but the composer’s First 
          Symphony! 
        
 
        
The hugely rhetorical Andante introduction thus becomes 
          less grandiose than it can sometimes seem. The softer approach to phrasing 
          remarked on earlier is a frequent characteristic of Furtwängler’s 
          post-war interpretations and one which perhaps suits the sound and phrasing 
          of the Vienna Philharmonic better than the knotted and dark orchestral 
          fist of the Berliners which helps to define the character of so many 
          of Furtwangler’s wartime performances. One of his masterful transitions 
          leads into an Allegro which springs (sorry) along with a lightness of 
          articulation not always associated with the conductor as ultimate purveyor 
          of an intense, Germanic style. Impetuosity and good humour are everywhere 
          in evidence; I can’t imagine how the opening theme of the slow movement 
          could be played any more lovingly than it is here, with slight hesitations 
          that never impede the music’s flow. 
        
 
        
The most difficult movement to bring off is the finale, 
          as full of episodes as indeed that of Bruckner’s Fourth. Furtwängler’s 
          approach to both is not to paper over the cracks but, with pauses sliced 
          out of the music and a wide variety of tempos, to make them part of 
          a landscape rich in incident. For all that, the transition seven minutes 
          into Bruckner’s finale still sounds as though it’s about to settle into 
          a Pomp and Circumstance march. Unscripted timpani rolls and a cymbal 
          crash at 2’40" in the finale will tell you that the edition is 
          hardly standard, but put them aside and you’ll hear a Bruckner performance 
          of sure purpose and amazing energy. How the strings surge into a melody 
          whenever they are given a chance, yet Furtwängler doesn’t need 
          modern engineering to ensure that wind detail isn’t swamped. His tempi 
          for the first two movements are, allowing for ebb and flow, fairly similar 
          and thus consistent with the markings. The Andante quasi allegretto 
          is especially well sustained, with a pathos all the more affecting for 
          being quite self-contained and not the slightest bit sentimental. If 
          you get a chance to hear this, don’t miss five minutes into I, where 
          Furtwängler makes a massive pause before the strings enter with 
          a huge (equally unmarked) accent. The effect is even more dramatic on 
          what remains of a 1941 performance given in Berlin. Were it complete, 
          the felt need of the music to make itself heard would place this at 
          the top of recorded performances of the symphony. 
        
 
        
Those who already know and love this Munich Bruckner 
          Fourth may well wish to hear it at the correct pitch (!). Those who 
          have been happy with the ‘standard library recommendation’ of Böhm 
          and the Vienna Philharmonic should hear a performance on a quite other 
          level of inspiration. Knappertsbusch’s live Vienna Phil recording shares 
          that passion but succumbs to technical and textural gaucheries. 
        
 
        
        
Peter Quantrill