It’s hard to believe that this is the Vienna Philharmonic 
          Orchestra playing the opening work, a rather uninspired Concerto Grosso 
          by Gottfried Stölzel (1649-1749) played in an ultra-Germanic ponderous 
          fashion, scrappy in parts rather than ‘vital and energetic’ according 
          to a contemporary (1961) press report, the concertino soloists only 
          just managing to keep it going and on the rails. I was reminded of the 
          Academy of St Martin in the Fields and their breathtaking account of 
          the contemporaneous Brandenburg Concertos I reviewed for this website 
          just last week, where the trumpet playing in No. 2 was by way of contrast 
          to the (admittedly live recording here) spot perfect. Sometimes it is 
          not always wise to unearth supposedly ‘legendary’ performances, and 
          it’s a pity that the next item on the programme (Clifford Curzon playing 
          Mozart’s last piano concerto, No. 27 in Bb K.595) was not issued instead. 
          However, having disposed of the first ten minutes of this CD, one of 
          a dozen which Orfeo D’Or have issued of performances from the post-war 
          Salzburg Festivals 1951-1972, it’s the Eroica which really matters 
          and with which Carl Schuricht deserves better appraisal. 
        
 
        
He was 81 at the time (he lived a further six years) 
          but still full of sparkle, as this traditional (no first movement repeat 
          unfortunately) interpretation of Beethoven’s masterpiece reveals. His 
          is a name which was too often overshadowed by greater contemporaries, 
          Furtwängler, Kleiber, Krauss, and Knappertsbusch but with them 
          all dead he enjoyed an Indian summer and developed a late but warm relationship 
          with the VPO from 1956 until his death in 1967, with memorable performances 
          of Bruckner symphonies in particular. The playing here is rather unremarkable 
          and understated, the warm-toned strings and athletic horns in the trio 
          better than some scrawny woodwind playing from the oboes. It is all 
          tidily organised if nothing else, but of the reissues listed there are 
          far more mouth-watering prospects on offer than this. 
        
 
         
        
Christopher Fifield