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             Johan SVENDSEN (1840-1911) 
               
              Romeo and Juliet, op.18 (1876) [12:17]  
              Norwegian Rhapsody no.1, op.17 (1876) [9:13]  
              Norwegian Rhapsody no.2, op.19 (1876) [8:51]  
              Norwegian Rhapsody no.3, op.21 (1876) [9:54]  
              Norwegian Rhapsody no.4, op.22 (1877) [12:18]  
              Zorahayda, op.11 (1874, rev. 1879) [12:21]  
                
              South Jutland Symphony Orchestra/Bjarte Engeset  
              rec. Alsion Concert Hall, Sønderborg, Denmark, 18-21 December 2007 
               
                
              NAXOS 8.570322 [64:55]   
              
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                  Perhaps it’s just that I’m writing this review in the wrong 
                  location. If I were perched on a cliff overlooking a Norwegian 
                  fjord, maybe the music would grip me more. As it is, Svendsen’s 
                  musical depictions of his native land are insufficiently alluring 
                  to tempt me from my current location on a beautiful stretch 
                  of Thai beach.  
                     
                  The composer, best known on CD for a handful of excellent outings 
                  for his two symphonies, produced the works on this present disc 
                  in the years 1874-1877. They are all well crafted and workmanlike: 
                  relatively undemanding material that provided ideal fillers 
                  for the era’s busy concert programmes. But their decline into 
                  relative obscurity is easily understandable. There is little 
                  here to stimulate or challenge the intellect, sway the heart 
                  or even get the feet tapping. Sibelius’s Finlandia has 
                  achieved a permanent place in the repertoire; Alfven’s Swedish 
                  Rhapsody no.1 has a tune that is still – thanks, not least, 
                  to Mantovani and his Orchestra - instantly recognisable. Svendsen’s 
                  nationalistic compositions unfortunately amount to early musical 
                  precursors of Norway’s remarkable history of clocking up more 
                  nul points scores in the Eurovision Song Contest than 
                  any other nation.  
                     
                  Frequently taking native folk melodies as at least their starting 
                  point, the Norwegian Rhapsodies are unlikely to frighten 
                  the horses. Richard Whitehouse’s interesting booklet notes point 
                  to Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsodies as sources of inspiration, 
                  but the older composer’s use of zigeuner rhythms and 
                  soulful sentimentality creates a far more compelling and sensual 
                  musical mix than the Norwegian’s more buttoned up and respectably 
                  Lutheran approach is able to do. Liszt’s gypsies clearly knew 
                  how to have fun; Svendsen’s Norwegians sound as though they’d 
                  run a mile from even a modest glass of aquavit. Hard liquor, 
                  incidentally, is still banned from sale in Norway on Sundays. 
                   
                     
                  The depiction of Shakespeare’s lovers is rather more interestingly 
                  done but is handicapped by Svendsen’s somewhat cool and detached 
                  approach to their doomed romance. Here the hot-blooded citizens 
                  of Verona seem to have been replaced by the well wrapped up 
                  – in every sense - burghers of Vardø. The underlying tone – 
                  perceptively characterised by Richard Whitehouse as one of subdued 
                  fatalism – may explain why the critics’ response at the work’s 
                  premiere was generally lukewarm. It was only a few years later 
                  that Tchaikovsky was to demonstrate the greater effectiveness 
                  of music that recast the story as a full-blown dramatic tragedy. 
                  His more heart-on-sleeve approach has justifiably captured the 
                  affections of music-lovers ever since and has condemned Svendsen’s 
                  op.18 to relative obscurity. It is good, though, to have it 
                  here as part of a rounded picture of the composer’s style.  
                     
                  The final work on the disc, Zorahayda, takes as its inspiration 
                  a story of an apostate Moslem princess who forsakes her faith 
                  for the sake of her Christian lover. Whereas today such a theme 
                  would probably, in certain parts of the world, ensure the imposition 
                  of an immediate fatwa on the poor girl – not to mention 
                  the composer – it seems that 1870s audiences were far more receptive 
                  to such a tale and so Zorahayda became the one of the 
                  more popular of Svendsen’s occasional pieces. While the composer 
                  avoids the full-blown orientalism that we find in contemporaries 
                  such as Rimsky-Korsakov or Borodin, it is easy to see how his 
                  creative scoring and attractive melodies found favour at the 
                  time.  
                     
                  While it is good to hear these pieces in such committed and 
                  professionally executed performances as these – and in first 
                  rate sound and at bargain price, too – it would clearly be idle 
                  to claim that Svendsen is a neglected composer of the first 
                  rank. He was certainly, though, a more than competent practitioner 
                  of his craft/art - the jury remains out on that one.  
                     
                  But musical reputation is a fickle thing and – who can tell? 
                  - perhaps if he too had been taken up by Signor Mantovani ... 
                   
                     
                  Rob Maynard  
                See also review 
                  by William Kreindler 
                     
                 
               
             
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