Although it is true that EMI and the Berliner Philharmoniker 
          have a recording partnership stretching back almost 90 years what this 
          6-disc set really tells us is that EMI by no means has a hegemony over 
          the great performances these five music directors committed to record 
          with this orchestra. Yes, Nikisch only ever made one recording, of Beethoven’s 
          Fifth (still an incandescent performance), and yes, he made it for EMI, 
          and yes, Simon Rattle has always been an exclusive EMI artist, but in 
          the case of the three intervening music directors (excluding Celibidache 
          who never made a studio recording for EMI, and rarely for any other 
          company) their best work with the Berliners was done elsewhere, notably 
          for Deutsche Grammophon. 
        
 
        
The inclusion of Rattle’s performance of Mahler’s Tenth 
          Symphony (a live performance) does beg the question, when EMI spent 
          so much money releasing a Celibidache Edition, as to why they did not 
          include any performances by the Berliner’s first long-term, post-World 
          War II music director. Revisionists will have us all believe that Karajan 
          was the inevitable successor to Furtwängler when in reality the 
          choice between Celibidache and Karajan was both much closer and much 
          less clear-cut than history suggests. His exclusion from this set does 
          EMI no favours whatsoever, especially given he was perhaps the most 
          inspired conductor to ever hold the top job with this orchestra. That 
          Rattle gets a third of the set to himself (including a disc of lollipops 
          previously unreleased by EMI) suggests a very odd set of priorities. 
          And how much better it would have been if EMI had found something really 
          new to celebrate Rattle’s tenure with the Berliner Philharmoniker – 
          a live recording he did with the orchestra of Suk’s Asrael is 
          uncommonly good, and tremendously powerful, and would have made this 
          set well worth buying. 
        
 
        
As it is, the best performance on this set is Furtwängler’s 
          unmatched recording of Tchaikovsky’s Sixth Symphony. Made in October 
          1938 it is fired by intense passion – and is by some margin his best 
          performance of the work (his Cairo version from 1951 being in many ways 
          its complete antithesis). We also have Furtwängler in a live 1949 
          performance of Brahms’ Third Symphony, certainly one of this conductor’s 
          best recordings of the work. In turns violent and lyrical (and always 
          sunny) it is one of the most powerful interpretations ever committed 
          to disc. From thereon, however, the recordings preserved by Karajan 
          and Abbado (excepting a brief excerpt from his most recent recording 
          of Verdi’s Requiem) are run of the mill performances rarely worth a 
          second acquaintance. 
        
 
        
Karajan’s best work with EMI was with the Philharmonia 
          – highly polished, highly dramatic performances. Rarely did he match 
          that level of inspiration with the Berliners and EMI. The Sibelius Second 
          Symphony, for example, comes from 1980, a time when Karajan had all 
          but begun neglecting this composer. Broader, more imposing, than any 
          of his earlier versions it lacks the visceral impact of his best Sibelius, 
          preserved with this orchestra on DG. A fresh, and intuitive, Prelude 
          to Tristan, dating from 1975, is notable for some very felicitous playing 
          – and for Karajan’s strict observation of Wagner’s dynamics. Karajan, 
          however, was never particularly comfortable with Wagner in the recording 
          studio – so a live 1952 Tristan on Myto (and even better a simply blistering 
          Rhinegold from 1951 on Golden Melodram) better preserve Karajan’s Wagner. 
          Of most interest on these discs is a heavenly Hebrides Overture 
          played with all the opulence of the Berliner Philharmoniker’s playing 
          under Furtwängler. It is unforgettable for its sheerness of beauty 
          and tone, although that is precisely the reason why I might never return 
          to it again. Today, it is simply an anachronism and 40 years on from 
          when it was made it sounds uncommonly unfashionable. 
        
 
        
Abbado, too, is better with this orchestra elsewhere. 
          The two Hindemith Kammermusik (Nos 1 and 5) from 1996 are well thought 
          out performances, but are not entirely recommendable. Best is his embryonic 
          recording of Verdi’s Requiem which I have much praised in these pages 
          before. Recorded in January 2001 the performance is volatile and beautiful, 
          certainly one of the best available. 
        
 
        
And so we come to Rattle, given two discs. His ubiquitous 
          Mahler Tenth makes another appearance, although I don’t believe I am 
          alone in preferring the more innate beauties of his earlier Bournemouth 
          recording, not least in the final movement which achieves levels of 
          achingly intense music-making the Berliners are too frosty to project. 
          Neither performance is perfectly played (but no performance I know of 
          this symphony is) although the Berliners do make a better go of the 
          inner movements even though Rattle’s brisk tempi threaten to bring them 
          more than once to the brink of disaster. 
        
 
        
The last disc, a random pot-pourri of showpieces, ranges 
          from the inspired to the shambolic. Bernstein’s Overture to Candide 
          is simply glittering – one of the most exciting performances I have 
          yet heard of the piece. In complete contrast, the performance of the 
          ‘Great Gate of Kiev’ from Pictures at an Exhibition is simply 
          grotesque. Played far to slowly it simply never gets off the ground. 
          Its Zeppelin-like posturing is wilful and if this is any suggestion 
          as to how Rattle might conduct the work in concert it would clearly 
          be one to avoid. To put it another way, he makes Celibidache, notorious 
          in his later years for slow tempi, look like a sprinter in this music. 
          Elsewhere, his Ravel (‘Le jardin féerique’) is sublimely played, 
          his Dvorak Slavonic Dances (Nos 3 and 1) infectious and his Elgar noble 
          yet profoundly European in tone. 
        
 
        
This set is useful for showing us how far the playing 
          of the Berliner Philharmoniker has changed over the past 90 years (much 
          less than with some orchestras), but it is hardly recommendable as an 
          example of its conductors’ finest work on the podium. For that you have 
          to look elsewhere – and no one record company is going to give you that. 
          
          Marc Bridle 
        
 Footnote: Above, I mention EMI's 33 disc Celibidache 
          Edition. Of course, these recordings are with the Munich Philharmonic 
          so would be inappropriate in this 6 disc set. However, there is non-copywrited 
          material from the late 1940s and early 1950s with Celibidache conducting 
          the Berliner Philharmoniker and EMI might have considered at least one 
          of these recordings. There is also a legendary Bruckner 7 which Celibidache 
          conducted with the Berliners in 1987 and which has never been commercially 
          released. Any recording would have made this a more complete set. 
        
 
        
rider from Mark Obert-Thorn 
        
Celibidache made at least two EMI studio recordings during 
          his tenure as Music Director of the BPO which could have been used in 
          this set: the Prokofiev "Classical" Symphony (last seen on 
          EMI's 1982 5-LP set commemorating the ensemble's centenary), and the 
          Mendelssohn E minor Violin Concerto with Siegfried Borries as soloist. 
          It's puzzling that in a set devoted to the BPO's music directors, his 
          brief reign was ignored altogether.