Ludwig van BEETHOVEN (1770-1827)
CD 1
Symphony No. 1 in C major, Op. 21 (1800) [22:45]
Symphony No. 2 in A major, Op. 36 (1802) [31:28]
CD 2
Symphony No. 7 in A major, Op. 92 (1812) [35:56]
Johannes BRAHMS (1833-1897)
Symphony No. 4 in E major, Op. 98 (1885) [39:39]
Detroit Symphony Orchestra/Paul Paray
rec. February 1953, Masonic Temple Auditorium, Detroit (Op. 92); March 1956,
Orchestra Hall, Detroit (Brahms); January 1959, Ford Auditorium
FORGOTTEN RECORDS FR371/2 [54:16 + 75:38]
Gone are the days when record companies put their addresses on the back of
the LP cover. Now the only way to contact most of them is by an anonymous
email link on a website. Such is progress. Judging from the forgotten records
website – trendy lower case, be it noted – the company is French and is dedicated
to bringing neglected historic issues back into circulation in the best possible
transfers. If the venture doesn’t work it won’t be because the presentation
was too costly, as there isn’t any to speak of. There are no notes accompanying
this double CD issue, though the back of the box does carry useful information
about the recordings’ origins, as well some interesting internet links.
Richard Wagner is said to have described Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony as “the
apotheosis of the dance”, but I’ve never quite bought it myself. The symphony
possesses an undeniable and irresistible rhythmic life, but it doesn’t sound
like dance music to me. With that in mind, this reading, set down getting
on for sixty years ago by French conductor Paul Paray (1889-1979) comes as
close as any to convincing me. It is a remarkably fleet-footed performance,
with spring in the rhythm at all times. This applies equally to the second
movement, given here in a flowing tempo which might just have seemed matter
of fact were it not for the masterly control of the terraced dynamics leading
to the first fortissimo. I’m impressed, too, by how agitated the music becomes
when the accompanying triplets turn into semiquavers. All this is heard after
a marvellous first movement, the slow introduction suitably weighty but followed
by an Allegro that brilliantly maintains momentum, the difficult dotted rhythm
always perfectly articulated, and with a control of pulse, sometimes edging
forward, sometimes holding back, that seems perfectly natural and uncontrived.
The end of the movement – superb horns – is as jubilant as one is likely to
hear it. The scherzo demonstrates similar virtues, and the passage leading
to the main climax of the finale has the Detroit musicians playing at white
heat. For my money, not even Carlos Kleiber’s account of the finale is more
incendiary than this.
This performance has already been available on CD. I haven’t heard that transfer,
and so can’t compare it to this one, but nobody would expect state of the
art sound from 1953, and it’s easy to live with occasional harshness on high
violin lines and unduly thunderous timpani. The mono recording is perfectly
acceptable otherwise, and the performance is such that you quickly forget
the sound. Three almost imperceptible clicks in the scherzo remind the listener
that this has been taken from an LP; they induced something like nostalgia
in this unconditional CD fan.
I owned this performance on the Wing label as a teenager. I had very fond
memories of it and they have been confirmed in this transfer. The rest of
the collection doesn’t live up to it, however. The First Symphony was recorded
six years later and is in stereo. The sound is fuller and richer, though no
less clear and analytical, but the source seems to have been in less good
condition, as there are momentary imperfections and dropouts, especially in
the first movement. The performance of the Seventh was characterised by rhythmic
life and flexibility, whereas this First seems to pursue rhythmic rigour at
the expense of expressiveness. The performance as a whole is rather hard driven,
an impression underlined by the lack of quiet playing. The slow movement,
for example, contains many a piano indication, and not a few at pianissimo,
but Paray seems unwilling to impose these on his players. The scherzo is rigid
and unsmiling, and Paray proposes no relaxation of tempo or atmosphere for
the trio section. The finale goes at a cracking pace and the orchestral playing
is superbly unanimous, as indeed it is throughout. This is a fine performance
technically, but Beethoven’s essential humour and high spirits are in short
supply. The Second Symphony has similar virtues and similar faults. The first
movement is certainly an Allegro with plenty of brio, and rather as he does
in the Seventh, Paray whips the orchestra into a near-frenzy at the end of
the movement. The slow movement is perfectly paced but sadly lacking in charm,
whereas the scherzo is very steady, with once again, no broadening of tempo
for the trio. The finale is brilliantly played, with all sections of this
magnificent orchestra shown of at their best. Once again though, a certain
reluctance to play softly, rather brutal phrasing from time to time, as well
as relentlessness in matters of pulse, make for a Beethoven Second that is
frankly not much fun. Listen to the finale, for example, where Beethoven’s
genius fashions something brilliant out of a rather absurd theme.
Exposition repeats in the Beethoven symphonies are not observed. There are
no repeats in the Brahms, and the performance is disappointing. The recorded
sound, in mono again, is distant and ill defined, with the woodwind, especially,
very recessed. The reading is dull, with playing that is technically very
fine but musically routine. The opening of the first movement lacks passion
and tenderness, and the end is not the rather horrifying homecoming it should
be. The slow movement and scherzo do not command attention, and the finale
opens with a first trombone so loud and brash that one almost wants to abandon
the performance there and then.
William Hedley
An outstanding Beethoven Seventh, but the rest of the programme is very mixed.