These well-loved recordings appear in their latest
incarnation. They are dateless – literally so as once more Sony fails
to tell us when they were recorded: 1960-61. I suppose debate will continue
to centre on Stravinsky’s abilities as a conductor; the raw pungency,
perhaps unvarnished by technical control, of his early recordings for
French Columbia, the intensity and drama of the mid period or these
later impressions, generally considered slacker and less visceral. So
be it but listening to them again one is still astonished by Stravinsky’s
direction and by the evocative characterisation of his conducting. Yes,
the sound remains, as ever, somewhat less than ingratiating and nothing
will change the relative dynamic constriction. But equally every page
teems with detail and colour. In The Firebird for example (the 1910
version) treasurable moments abound; the clarity but evocative precision
of The Firebird’s first appearance, the sheer warmth and persuasive
amplitude of its entreaty, Stravinsky’s subtle rubati, the manner in
which he coalesces grotesquerie and violence, the orchestral exchanges
between oboe and first violin, the superb dynamics of the principal
trumpet in Dawn (track 11), the florid Rimsky-influenced Sound of the
Enchanted Bells or the Infernal Dance (very close up aurally
but brilliantly powerful). The list is pretty well endless.
In The Rite of Spring Stravinsky balances sections
with acute perception. Again, as is well known, the vagaries of the
sound picture are regrettable but no-one, in all conscience, would forego
these readings for that reason. There is considerable animation and
drama in this reading, real colour and drive. The Spring Round Dances
are imbued with a variegated patina, The Mystic Circles of the Young
Girls in Part II full of the most languid sensuousness, the Ritual of
the Ancestors suitably, indubitably barbaric. The brass really cut through
in the recording and the animation is never prosaic, always galvanizing.
So whichever other recordings you may have this is a mandatory purchase,
bringing together statements of lasting value.
Jonathan Woolf