Schumann’s "Rhenish" 
                Symphony was one of my teenage infatuations. 
                I was instantly bowled over by the soaring 
                opening, majestic and at the same time 
                ecstatic, with trumpets soon glinting 
                through the texture like shafts of sunlight 
                on the Rhine. I have never really fallen 
                out of love with it, yet as time went 
                on the conviction grew that no performance 
                or recording recaptured for me the thrill 
                of that first one, played by the "International 
                Symphony Orchestra" under René 
                Leibowitz and hidden away in a Reader’s 
                Digest box of LPs in the my old school 
                music room. Only quite recently did 
                I find it can now be obtained from Chesky 
                (CD 96) and the performance seemed 
                to me as enthralling as ever: THE Schumann 
                3, just as Furtwängler is THE Schumann 
                4. 
              
 
              
Late Celibidache is 
                obviously a lot slower. His first movement 
                is 10:49 compared with Leibowitz’s 09:11 
                and I must say the difference sounds 
                greater still. The remarkable thing 
                is that Celibidache, by conjuring up 
                awesome yet golden and never clotted 
                sonorities and maintaining the swing 
                of the syncopated rhythms, achieves 
                much more of the soaring, elated quality 
                of the music than one would have supposed 
                possible at a slower tempo. Could I, 
                in time, come to find Celibidache so 
                incident-packed that faster readings 
                seem to skate over the surface? Maybe, 
                though it hasn’t happened yet. 
              
 
              
Celibidache’s Ländler 
                second movement (Celibidache 07:18, 
                Leibowitz 06:16) has an adorable, lazy 
                lilt, and I must say the central section 
                sounds so right at this tempo that it 
                had me rethinking my reactions to the 
                whole movement. 
              
 
              
The third movement 
                is simply marked "Nicht schnell" 
                (not fast). Most conductors take the 
                view that this implies it shouldn’t 
                be slow either and treat it as a delicate 
                intermezzo. André Cluytens (Milan, 
                date unknown to me; he also set down 
                a version with the BPO for EMI) offers 
                a typical timing of 04:20. Leibowitz 
                here goes against his general penchant 
                for swift tempi and offers a romantic, 
                songful 06:25 which has always seemed 
                to me to get so much more out of the 
                music. Celibidache goes even further 
                in this direction, his 07:21 finding 
                an intimate, almost religious depth 
                of feeling. I didn’t find it hung fire. 
              
 
              
Celibidache’s fourth 
                movement is almost double the length 
                of Leibowitz’s (08:08 against 04:43). 
                He takes us into Parsifal territory. 
                It’s an incredible piece of orchestral 
                control. I’d hate to hear such a tempo 
                done by a conductor unable to build 
                it up but Celibidache has the tension 
                rising inexorably right through. 
              
 
              
The finale seems very 
                slow at first, well-sprung though it 
                is. It takes 06:26 compared with Leibowitz’s 
                05:08. Here too, though, it’s amazing 
                how much exaltation the music retains. 
                When the quotation from the fourth movement 
                arrives towards the end, too, it emerges 
                as majestic and triumphant while it 
                often sounds hustled or else tempts 
                vulgar souls – no names! – into a portentous 
                ritardando. So at the end of the day 
                you have to wonder if the tempo is not 
                right after all. 
              
 
              
I’m not yet ready to 
                switch my allegiance from Leibowitz 
                to Celibidache but I am glad to have 
                a real alternative that I suspect will 
                convince me more and more with time. 
              
 
              
The Fourth Symphony 
                is less controversial and perhaps less 
                remarkable. The introduction is predictably 
                grave, leading to a Lebhaft that is 
                "on the slow side of normal" 
                rather than "slower than normal". 
                The phrasing cunningly retains a Mendelssohnian 
                lightness while the climaxes blaze euphorically 
                in spite of the slowish tempo. I miss 
                the sense we get from Furtwängler 
                that the music is being created – with 
                all the lava-flow of a volcano – there 
                on the spot before our ears. However, 
                Furtwängler’s Schumann 4 (DG) is 
                famously one of the greatest records 
                ever made of anything and Celibidache 
                holds up pretty well against it. 
              
 
              
No quarrels with the 
                expansive yet somehow not self-indulgent 
                Romanze. It has great inner warmth. 
                The Scherzo has a gutsy vigour at another 
                "slow side of normal" tempo 
                with a tenderly expressed trio. The 
                proto-Wagnerian transition to the finale 
                is terrific; not even Furtwängler 
                surpassed this for tension-building. 
                A yell from the rostrum only adds to 
                the excitement. I was afraid Celibidache 
                might spoil the effect by breaking into 
                a too-slow finale but here again he’s 
                just "on the slow side of normal" 
                and drives the symphony home with plenty 
                of fire and a terrific final prestissimo. 
                I don’t find, though, that in this symphony 
                he has so much to tell us that we didn’t 
                already know from other fine performances, 
                above all Furtwängler’s. 
              
 
              
I have often complained 
                about the Celibidache heirs’ decision 
                to concentrate on his sonically easier 
                late recordings rather than those of 
                his Italian period (1950s and 1960s) 
                when his fires were at their peak. Back 
                in the days when copyright in Italy 
                lasted only 20 years, Cetra had an LP 
                set of the Schumann Symphonies, but 
                I have never heard his Italian versions 
                of the Third and Fourth. Since his First 
                (Milan 1968) and Second (Rome, I don’t 
                know the date) are fierily impressive, 
                I hope we will one day have the opportunity 
                to make a proper comparison. In the 
                meantime, get this if you’ve already 
                got the Leibowitz Third. You’ll find 
                an unusual yet stimulating interpretation 
                that might convince you more than you 
                expect. Or, if the Celibidache phenomenon 
                interests you, this disc should give 
                you plenty to think about. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell