When the New York Philharmonic Orchestra decided during the 
        1990s that they needed to 'go back to basics', they appointed Kurt Masur 
        as principal conductor in order to focus more centrally on the mainstream 
        repertoire. And repertoire does not come much more mainstream than Brahms. 
         
        
Therefore this reissue is particularly interesting, 
          and it has many strengths. The main one is that the interpretation and 
          the playing carry real weight and conviction. The recorded sound aids 
          and abets this commitment, which makes the project very compelling and 
          worthwhile, for there is clarity in the individual lines, and resonance 
          in the fully scored climactic passages. 
        
 
        
All this is apparent right from the beginning, which 
          is appropriately massive and powerful. From there the first movement 
          reaches its Allegro and a stubborn forward propulsion, with interludes 
          of some atmosphere, including the woodland evocation of horn calls. 
          The slow movement likewise has keenly judged tempi from a master of 
          his art, and the solo role of the violin is beautifully balanced. 
        
 
        
While the third movement intermezzo can sound more 
          sophisticated, more fleet footed than this, Masur's judgement is still 
          sure, and this is further confirmed with the atmospheric slow introduction 
          to the finale. Here the original Teldec recording comes off particularly 
          well in this new identity (we are not told if there has been any remastering). 
          The great finale theme carries all before it of course, and while the 
          ebb and flow of tension and relaxation has sometimes been even more 
          imaginatively handled than here (try various Karajan performances, for 
          example), when one hears Masur one remains convinced of the music's 
          sure direction. 
        
 
        
The Tragic Overture does not quite come off with the 
          same effectiveness, though it is good enough. This feels more of a safe 
          studio performance than a real occasion with everyone on the edge of 
          their seats. The playing is first class, as we would expect of the New 
          York orchestra, but neither the conductor nor the orchestra give the 
          impression that this is a matter of life and death. 
        
 
        
As a whole this is a worthwhile issue which offers 
          very good value at bargain price. 
        
 
        
        
Terry Barfoot