Booklet gripes are semi-endemic among reviewers, 
                  especially (perish the thought) those for whom a booklet gripe 
                  can consume the greater part of a review. I’ve avoided too many 
                  gripes when it doesn’t materially affect the listening experience 
                  but I’m duty bound, for obvious reasons, to note that this four 
                  CD set, the latest of my Svetlanov tranche, fails to mention 
                  the names of any of the soloists or choir. The three solo vocal 
                  performers in the Kastalsky can consider themselves hard done 
                  by but the late violinist Andrei Korsakov even more so, as he 
                  was a fluent and expressive soloist too little heard on disc. 
                  For the record I’ve added their names to the head note. 
                
Andrei Korsakov (1946-1990) is the soloist in 
                  a work that’s even now still considered David Oistrakh’s property, 
                  the Concert Suite by Taneyev, the composer who takes the lion’s 
                  share of this box. It’s a work that Lydia Mordkovich has just 
                  recorded but I do hope that Eduard Grach’s recording with Rozhdestvensky 
                  will appear on CD – I’d have thought that RCD might have picked 
                  it up, but someone should. Despite these tempting alternatives, 
                  and leaving the Oistrakh to one side - there is a live broadcast 
                  on Brilliant to consider as well – Korsakov plays with considerable 
                  panache and poetry and proves a warmly sympathetic guide. Fortunately 
                  his tone is forward in the accepted Russian manner and he dispatches 
                  the folkloric episodes with élan and a very tight trill.
               
                
Taneyev’s Fourth Symphony gets the expected Svetlanov 
                  virtues of ardent sweep and colour saturation. The brass is 
                  trenchant and biting and there’s measured gravity in the slow 
                  movement with its light, wind interludes. The finale is full 
                  of drama and Brahmsian power, the triumphal brass perorations 
                  immensely exciting. To round out this second disc we have Apollo’s 
                  Temple in Delphi, which fuses luscious efflorescence with 
                  vestigial power in six minutes of echt-Svetlanov conducting. 
                  If you prefer a more technically accurate reading try Rozhdestvensky’s 
                  on Chant du Monde 278931 or Järvi’s excellent Chandos traversal 
                  [CHAN 8953] among others.
                
Cantata No.2 ‘At the Reading of a psalm’ Op.36 
                  occupies the third disc. It’s a big and dramatic work and fortunately 
                  we have three big and dramatic solo voices - Ludmila Belobragina 
                  (soprano), Lyubov Aleshchenkova (mezzo soprano), Evgeni Vladimirov 
                  (bass), the unfortunate trio omitted in the box’s documentation. 
                  Taneyev had a talent for summoning atmosphere with great vividness 
                  and he employs some striking sonorities in the chorus and triple 
                  fugue that ends Part One –  real force here. But he doesn’t 
                  stint the poetry of the setting either nor the sombre, brooding 
                  qualities that permeate the Second Part – along with admixture 
                  of Wagnerian harmonies. The statuesque Aleshchenkova is down 
                  as a mezzo but there’s surely more of the Clara Butts about 
                  her voice – she sounds positively sepulchral in the Adagio aria 
                  of Part Three. Here Taneyev, as does Glazunov in some of his 
                  symphonic work, sounds close to Elgar. This is a stirring, dramatic, 
                  consoling and often beautiful work, vividly though not always 
                  neatly played. 
                
                
The final disc is 
                  given over to the Brotherly Prayer for the Dead by Alexander 
                  Kastalsky, written in 1915 – the same year in which Taneyev 
                  wrote his Cantata. This is another profoundly serious and moving 
                  work and it’s eloquently served by the orchestral and choral 
                  forces here with some glorious singing all round. Whether dramatically 
                  infused or lamenting, whether summoning military brass or consoling 
                  this is another work fully deserving repeated hearings. It’s 
                  appropriate that it’s here since the composer was a pupil of 
                  Taneyev and his fusion of Russian Orthodox and other traditions, 
                  principally Serbian and Anglican, gives the work its individual 
                  force.
                
                
Adherents of Svetlanov’s 
                  exploration of late nineteenth and early twentieth century Russian 
                  music should gravitate to this impressive box. 
                
 
                
Jonathan Woolf