The idea here is a good one: these symphonies receive less attention 
                  than those of the great Paris and London sets, 
                  falling as they do between them, and Rattle has shown some feeling 
                  for Haydn in the past. But the results are inconsistent. 
                    
                  The G major Symphony gets things off to a lumpish start. The 
                  broadly tenuto chords in the slow introduction are well-balanced, 
                  and the softer phrases are elegant. But the body of the first 
                  movement is moderately paced, and occasionally nothing much 
                  seems to be going on. Rattle infuses the Largo with feeling; 
                  but the strings' answering phrases are bottom-heavy, while the 
                  upper strings sound reedy and uningratiating left on their own 
                  at 2:24. No reservations about the minuet, which maintains a 
                  full-bodied peasant-dance feel; Rattle's brisk manner in all 
                  these movements, in fact, is a pleasure. In the finale, however, 
                  the bows sit on the strings that bit too long for real crispness. 
                  
                    
                  Symphony 89 begins heavily, perhaps, for a Vivace; the 
                  moving bits are clear, however, and the development brings good 
                  momentum and drama. The big outbursts in the Andante con 
                  moto, less coarse than similar passages could be when Karajan 
                  led the orchestra, effectively set off the prevailing galant 
                  mood. The menuet has an unbuttoned vigor and lightness, with 
                  nicely pointed woodwinds in the Trio. In the cheerful, hearty 
                  finale, Rattle supplies unexpected but tasteful agogics to the 
                  returns of the theme, and the strings aren't afraid to dig into 
                  the dramatic minor section. 
                    
                  Snappy readings of the next three symphonies pick things up. 
                  The crisp, driving Allegro of Symphony 90 dispels the 
                  soggy air established by the introduction, and the second theme 
                  is buoyant and light-textured. At the start of the Andante, 
                  the manner is simple, yet the theme is sensitively inflected, 
                  with the variations exploring a nice variety of moods and textures. 
                  The minuet's forthright, military bearing is reinforced by daubs 
                  of trumpet color; the oboe solos in the Trio are sensitive, 
                  if a bit coy in the staccatos. The bustling Allegro assai 
                  Finale is punctuated by fanfares. Haydn's alternative version 
                  of this finale, which EMI appends as a filler, uses the same 
                  musical materials, but seems to have trouble deciding when, 
                  how, and how many times to end - it's the musical equivalent 
                  of a stutter. 
                    
                  In the first movement of Symphony 91, the rhythm has a nice 
                  rocking quality; the tuttis suggest the right unbuttoned 
                  exuberance; and the development maintains tension and impulse, 
                  with clean, driving string runs, even from the basses. Rattle's 
                  gracious manner in the Andante - the bassoons providing 
                  the intended passing moments of comic relief - doesn't preclude 
                  festive grandeur in the tutti statementat 4:59. 
                  The Menuetto - this one marked Un poco allegretto 
                  - is lively, even rollicking in the triplet runs, with plenty 
                  of wind color registering within the string-dominated ensemble, 
                  and a slightly heavier peasant tread in the Trio. The conductor 
                  projects the rousing Finale in long musical arcs, bringing a 
                  light touch to the violin runs. 
                    
                  The Oxford is so nicknamed because it was played when 
                  Haydn received an honorary doctoral degree from that institution. 
                  The somber dignity of the slow introduction and the inward, 
                  elegant slow movement appropriately mark the gravity of the 
                  occasion. But it was also a time to celebrate, as reflected 
                  in the lively Allegro of the first movement, the sprightly 
                  minuet, and impulsive Finale - in that last, the brasses fairly 
                  erupting with joy. 
                    
                  The Sinfonia concertante is a bit of a let-down, though 
                  there are some lovely things in it. In the first movement, the 
                  shifts of mood are strongly felt, though occasionally underplayed; 
                  violinist Toru Yasunaga launches the recapitulation at 5:01 
                  with unusual delicacy; the ensemble trill that rounds off the 
                  cadenza is beautifully blended. Throughout the performance, 
                  Jonathan Kelly's sensitive oboe reflects an Old World "Viennese" 
                  nostalgia. But quite a number of phrases in the central Andante 
                  are stiffly shaped, without the give-and-take that would produce 
                  a real cantabile, and the energy in the outer movements 
                  seems generalized. 
                    
                  The recorded sound is vivid. 
                    
                  I'm fond of big-orchestra Haydn - a few handsful of gut strings 
                  simply can't put over the hearty spirit of these scores - and 
                  such estimable exponents as Sir Colin Davis and Eugen Jochum 
                  didn't get around to recording all these pieces. Still, I suspect 
                  that Rattle and his players simply haven't yet lived with some 
                  of this music quite long enough for it to merit an unequivocal 
                  recommendation. 
                    
                  Stephen Francis Vasta
                  
                  see also review by John 
                  Quinn  (September 2007 Recording of 
                  the Month)