I have known Eshpai’s attractive music ever since 
                hearing tapes of various Melodiya LPs back in the 1970s. His first 
                three symphonies are compellingly attractive works in a nationalistic 
                accessible style. He is the composer of seven symphonies and many 
                concertos. Even so he has not made the progress made by many of 
                his ‘compatriots’ including Terteryan, Silvestrov and Boiko. 
              
 
              
His Mari Dances are very romantic. 
                They amount to a composite overture in sections. The first section 
                starts with one of those long uncomplicated melodies of the Russian 
                steppes characteristic of Rimsky in Antar. It rises in 
                splendid string carillon towards more complex tonalities. These 
                are never strained. In fact the music rather sounds as if John 
                Williams might have been listening to Eshpai. Towards the end 
                there is an atmospheric ‘whistling’ solo violin and then (6.28) 
                a buzz-saw wasp flight of a scherzo dashes in. The bounce and 
                élan reminds me of Khachaturyan but this impression soon 
                decays into the mood of the first section where the tune (implying 
                great lonely distances) is intoned by the cor anglais. The tune 
                is of some stature: robust and long-limbed, rising in passion 
                over barking brass. 
              
 
              
The very recent Violin Concerto No. 4 is 
                spikily Bartókian; full of dark energy - tossing and turning. 
                Insect clouds alternate with flaming landslides of sound. Strenuous 
                fireworks, hoarse violin figures and a quietly threnodic contemplation 
                are all there. This is a pocket concerto like the Knipper and 
                Rakov concertos but it is a tougher nut to crack than either of 
                those pieces. The final section is jazzy and resembles, in spirit, 
                Bernstein’s Candide overture. This is a live performance 
                complete with applause and coughs - surprisingly few. 
              
 
              
The Second Symphony at first comes over 
                as a concerto grosso complete with neo-classical ‘jerkiness’. 
                The sound world is not at all abstemious, adopting a Goossens-like 
                ‘big band’ approach. There are dashes of Shostakovich-like gutsiness 
                in there. At 3.35 the tender middle section conjures visions of 
                emerald green and white-flecked depths. Hansonian brass writing 
                intermittently stalks the pages. The symphony is in two tracks. 
                The second track begins with the balalaika (oddly like The 
                Godfather theme): sentimental stuff. This is a clock-slowing 
                meditation rising at 4.20 and taking up the theme. Introspection 
                gives way to a pizzicato string episode (5:53) clearly inspired 
                by Britten’s Simple Symphony. At 8.08 the balalaika returns 
                but with the addition of the high harmonics of a solo violin (redolent 
                of Pettersson 7). The symphony ends with somehow completely congruous 
                Hispanic stateliness. We are told that the second symphony was 
                highly regarded by Kodaly. 
              
 
              
The liner notes are principally by Victor Ledin. 
                Alla Bogdanova and Dmitri Ukhov also contribute. The notes (7pp) 
                are in English only. 
              
 
              
No-one who loves the modern Russian romantics 
                will want to miss this disc. If you enjoy this then try the other 
                Eshpai symphonies when they come out from Albany. Also do try 
                to track down Rostislav Boiko’s symphony No. 2 and Valentin Silvestrov’s 
                Symphony No. 5. 
              
 
                Rob Barnett