Alan Sanders’ notes 
                for this release dwell heavily on the 
                political circumstances surrounding 
                this concert. On 20 August 1968, Russian 
                tanks arrived in the then Czechoslovakia; 
                the following evening, the USSR State 
                SO was guesting at the Proms (and playing 
                Czech music to boot - the Dvořák 
                Cello Concerto, with Rostropovich). 
                Four days later, the orchestra 
                found itself in Edinburgh, to give the 
                concert on this disc. Certainly there 
                is an intensity of concentration that 
                runs through the three works 
              
 
              
Work on Ruslan and 
                Lyudmila (itself recently represented 
                - excellently - in the release lists: 
                see 
                review ) interrupted a projected 
                symphony by Glinka, and the result was 
                the Symphony on Two Russian Themes 
                (the first movement of said symphony). 
                It has hardly been over-represented, 
                and the authentic nature of this account 
                eclipses Chandos’ 2000 version with 
                Sinaisky and the BBC Philharmonic (CHAN9861). 
              
 
              
Straightaway under 
                Svetlanov, the characteristic Russian-ness 
                of the piece is clear, with acidic oboe 
                and tender yet deep string sound. There 
                is a also a particularly Russian involvement 
                with matters contrapuntal as themes 
                are tossed around the orchestra, a trait 
                to reappear to great effect in the ‘Polish’ 
                that concludes the present programme. 
                There is an exuberance to Svetlanov’s 
                presentation of this motivic interplay 
                that takes it from the academic and 
                places it firmly in the realm of the 
                human. 
              
 
              
The Prokofiev ‘Classical’ 
                symphony is given a magnificent performance. 
                The first movement is busy but not flat 
                out (like many). The Larghetto is when 
                Svetlanov and Prokofiev seem to meld 
                into one, with magic alive in every 
                bar. The high (and I mean high) violin 
                entry is miraculous; the solo clarinet 
                oozes character, as does the staccato 
                solo bassoon. Just a touch more cheek 
                would have made it. The Gavotte is rather 
                teasing; flutes at around 1’20 are straight 
                from the ballet stage. But what really 
                makes this reading is the frenzied slapstick 
                of the finale, sparkling and imbued 
                with tremendous drive and energy (it 
                sounds more like Shostakovich in madcap 
                mood than Prokofiev!). 
              
 
              
The earlier Tchaikovsky 
                symphonies benefit from unswerving advocacy 
                such as that Svetlanov displays. The 
                intense concentration of the opening 
                is entirely apt (I referred to the pizzicati 
                as ‘dead’ in my notes, befitting the 
                funeral march connotations of the first 
                part of this movement). The extended 
                and muted introduction serves as a foil 
                for the festive Allegro brillante (the 
                strings really dig in here), full of 
                drive and excitement. If the ‘Alla tedesca’ 
                second movement could have more of the 
                suave, more of the raised eyebrow about 
                it, it still fits in with Svetlanov’s 
                secure, long-range view of this music. 
                The lovely solo contributions of the 
                third movement (of five), especially 
                the solo horn, contribute to an overall 
                peace. The woodwind almost seem to be 
                ‘crying’ their parts, so touching is 
                the playing at times. This could surely 
                only come from a Russian orchestra with 
                Russian conductor. 
              
 
              
Interestingly, Tchaikovsky’s 
                nods towards the world of ballet are 
                underplayed by Svetlanov, perhaps underlining 
                the conductor’s prevalent seriousness 
                of intent. Certainly this intensity 
                pays dividends in the finale (Tempo 
                di Polacca), where Tchaikovsky’s contrapuntal 
                workings can run out of steam. They 
                certainly do not here - Svetlanov sets 
                up a great momentum that leads to the 
                blazing brass of the work’s close. 
              
 
              
Another gem from BBC 
                Legends. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke