I am reminded of David Lloyd-Jones’ remarks about Bax’s 
          Sixth Symphony in an interview for British Music Society News. 
          He said, "I think the 6th Symphony is the most cogent [of Bax’s 
          seven symphonies]. It contains a lot of fastish music which Bax pulls 
          off very well. It has a different tone and inhabits a different world 
          to the rest of the symphonies. But so does the 7th Symphony which is 
          full of good music, though it is not so personal and therefore not as 
          persuasive as the 6th." Vernon Handley, when asked what was his 
          favourite Bax work replied, "As an orchestral conductor, the works 
          that flood through the mind immediately are, of course, all the symphonies, 
          tone poems and concerti but I think probably the 6th Symphony is my 
          favourite because of its remarkable control of form and its very tight 
          argument. It addresses a very big universal problem as well as a personal 
          one for Bax. It is an apocalyptic symphony and Bax was obviously very 
          moved - and moved intellectually - while writing it." 
        
 
        
Apocalyptic indeed, and Lloyd-Jones in this penultimate 
          recording of his acclaimed Bax symphonies cycle for Naxos (only the 
          Seventh Symphony remains to be published) brilliantly realises the cataclysmic, 
          the primordial elements of this symphony of conflicts – conflicts of 
          tonality, rhythm and mood etc., conflicts first stated in Bax’s First 
          Symphony and perpetuated and developed throughout the set (the symphonies 
          may be viewed as a continuing saga as first highlighted by Colin Scott-Sutherland 
          in his ground-breaking biography) and only resolved in the dying pages 
          of this Symphony and in the comparative calm of the Seventh. 
        
 
        
Lloyd-Jones’ opening pages are bleak, preluding a tempestuous 
          view of the first movement. Bax worked on this symphony huddled in his 
          hotel room at Morar near the end of the Road to the Isles overlooking 
          the Hebridean islands of Eigg and Rhum in the depths of winter. (Cannily 
          he chose a hotel adjoining the railway station so that he could easily 
          return to civilization if necessary). The music of this first movement 
          (and elsewhere), in Lloyd-Jones’ reading, suggests to me, having visited 
          Morar, the special, swiftly changing winter weather and light up there; 
          one minute peaceful, the next wild and turbulent. One can imagine deep 
          turbulent waters with huge waves tossed and whipped by veering gale 
          force winds as they surge and race shorewards. But so does Bryden Thomson 
          in his London Philharmonic reading (on Chandos CHAN 8586) although his 
          reading is that much more romantic and is captured in superior sound. 
          (Both conductors take 9:45 mins to perform this movement). 
        
 
        
Thomson allows the lovely second movement 10:39 mins 
          to breathe more whereas Lloyd-Jones moves the music forward through 
          9:45 mins. Much has been written about Bryden Thomson’s relaxed tempi 
          in these Bax symphonies and generally I would agree but in this instance 
          I prefer to dawdle and admire the scenery, so enjoying all the more 
          the dramatic contrast in the opening and tripartite closing movements 
          – not that Thomson eschews dramatic tension in this movement, anyway 
          and conversely there is much beauty in Lloyd-Jones’ version. Both he 
          and Lloyd-Jones in their different accentuations take a bleak view of 
          that telling slow march tread towards the end of the movement (with 
          Lloyd-Jones omitting the tambourine according to Bax’s revision). 
        
 
        
Lloyd-Jones’ forceful and tremendously exciting reading 
          of the complex third movement [marked: Introduction (Lento moderato) 
          – Scherzo and Trio (Allegro vivace – Andante semplice) – Epilogue (Lento)] 
          is accomplished in 16:55 mins, whereas Thomson spends 19:01. After the 
          wistful long-breathed clarinet solo, he opts for a softer, more picturesque 
          Introduction, Lloyd-Jones sculpts a rockier edifice. Lloyd-Jones builds 
          a huge, shattering apocalyptic climax at the end of the Scherzo before 
          final resolution is reluctantly won against diminishing protestations, 
          signalled by those ethereal horns. Thomson’s climax is not so threatening 
          and his longer Epilogue is a relatively easier and, one feels, a more 
          complete resolution. 
        
 
        
In conclusion, I am going to resolutely sit on the 
          fence. I admire both Bryden Thomson’s recording and this new Lloyd-Jones 
          version of this marvellous symphony. It all depends on one’s mood. And 
          one must not forget Norman Del Mar’s remarkable recording, with the 
          New Philharmonia Orchestra, made for Lyrita – thrilling and atmospheric 
          - issued in 1967 on LP only and alas no longer available 
        
 
        
The fill-ups on this album are equally inviting. Into 
          the Twilight is an early work compiled from material that Bax originally 
          conceived for an opera based on the legendary Irish heroine, Deirdre 
          of the Sorrows (Bax had previously written a five-act play that would 
          have been the source of the play’s libretto). Bax wrote that it ‘seeks 
          to give a musical impression of the brooding quiet of the Western Mountains 
          at the end of twilight and to express something of the timelessness 
          and hypnotic dream which veils Ireland at such an hour." Lloyd-Jones 
          spins fairy enchantment. He also provides a nicely atmospheric reading 
          of Summer Music written in London in 1921 and revised for publication 
          in 1923. Bax wrote of it: ‘The piece, a musical description of a hot 
          windless June mid-day in some wooded place in Southern England, is lyrical 
          throughout. During the greater part of it the strings are occupied in 
          providing a murmurous accompaniment to the pastoral reveries of the 
          various wind instruments, and not until near the end is there any great 
          climax of sound." 
        
 
        
A thrilling, evocative reading of Bax’s finest symphonic 
          accomplishment. 
        
 
          Ian Lace 
        
See also review 
          by Rob Barnett