Look carefully - these aren't quite the last six symphonies. The lyrical 
                  A major symphony replaces the Linz, and that's no cause 
                  for complaint: it's a fine piece of musical craftsmanship, and 
                  a nice change of pace. That symphony's first movement also offers 
                  a good indication of whether these performances will be for 
                  you. The tempo is distinctly measured - though there's ample 
                  forward motion - and the orchestral sound is big-boned. In the 
                  development, one becomes unusually aware of bass lines when 
                  they're carrying the movement's principal motifs. They're properly 
                  felt as full-fledged counterpoint, rather than playing a merely 
                  supportive role. The other three movements adhere to more conventional 
                  conceptions. The finale, while hardly rushed, is as rollicking 
                  as anyone else's. 
                
That basically sums up the set. Listeners accustomed to hearing the 
                  winds at parity with the strings, in the manner of the early-music 
                  fraternity - or, for that matter, Szell (Sony) - may find the 
                  orchestral sound heavy and string-dominated. But Klemperer takes 
                  care that important material in the winds emerges clearly - 
                  probably via simple dynamic adjustments rather than old-fashioned 
                  doublings. His practice of subordinating sustained wind harmonies 
                  to the strings' busy work seems logical and correct in any case. 
                  Actually, the textures sound richer and more active than in 
                  some "historical" accounts. The aforementioned weighty, 
                  strongly directional bass lines contribute to that impression; 
                  so do the second violins, registering prominently from their 
                  position at the conductor's right, as Klemperer preferred. 
                
It's worth noting that, notwithstanding the prevailing breadth - and 
                  the conductor's reputation! - the tempi as such aren't particularly 
                  slow. Krips (Philips), for example, is certainly no faster in 
                  the opening movements of the Prague and the Haffner. 
                  Klemperer's slow movements sing, for all their rigor - his minuets 
                  are spacious and sure-footed. Throughout the set, one encounters 
                  piano passages that conjure a delicate, magical hush. 
                  And, at his best, the conductor offers distinctive insights. 
                  The G minor's opening movement, sometimes played for a slick 
                  turbulence, here emerges in rueful, elegiac tones; a hint of 
                  monumentality only enhances the grandeur of the Jupiter. 
                
There are a few moments of creaky control, the sort of thing that sometimes 
                  crept into Klemperer performances. Here and there, momentum 
                  flags for no obvious reason - not so surprising in the comparatively 
                  propulsive outer movements, but it also occurs at the repeated 
                  bassoon notes at 7:58 in the E-flat symphony's Andante con 
                  moto, though it didn't happen the previous time around nor, 
                  for that matter, in the immediately preceding phrase! And, in 
                  the first movement of the Haffner, the nervous woodwind 
                  scale at 1:38 doesn't quite dovetail with the next downbeat, 
                  though analogous passages later on are fine. Small, passing 
                  flaws, perhaps, but digital mastering magnifies their presence 
                  somewhat, and they'll bother some people. 
                
I suspect that the mixing board has contributed some instrumental spotlighting: 
                  even within a forward sonic frame, some of the woodwind soli 
                  seem inordinately front-and-center. Otherwise, everything sounds 
                  good enough, though a touch of graininess betrays the recordings' 
                  age. 
                
This collection is a worthwhile, even necessary counterweight to the 
                  lighter, chamber-scaled performances more recently in favor. 
                  To return to the A major - among my favorite Mozart, in case 
                  you'd not guessed - if you supplement Klemperer's recording 
                  with Britten's (in a "Double Decca" bargain set) or 
                  Kertész's (also Decca, possibly in digital limbo), you'll be 
                  pretty much set.
                  
                  Stephen Francis Vasta