The word ‘feroce’ appears 
                in the directive for the first movement 
                of Bax’s First Symphony. Myer Fredman 
                does not disappoint – there is something 
                of a ‘dare’ about the horns’ fate-like 
                gesture at the opening of the work, 
                a defiance that runs through this movement. 
                Fredman secures impassioned playing 
                from the LPO and paces the movement 
                supremely well, so that the second subject, 
                when it comes (three minutes in), acts 
                as aural balm in its tender, lyrical, 
                almost sotto voce demeanour. 
                Rhythms, so important, nay vital, here, 
                take on towards the end almost the significance 
                they do in Holst’s ‘Mars’. And look 
                out for moments of real magic, too (the 
                flutes at 10’37ff). The second 
                movement (‘Lento solenne’) is a dark 
                and powerful elegy, hardly a place of 
                retreat from the boundless energies 
                of the surrounding movements (there 
                are only three in total). The London 
                Philharmonic’s concentration seems total. 
                The finale boasts a big-boned introduction 
                (Allegro maestoso) before the doors 
                are opened on some glittering Baxian 
                frolics. 
              
 
              
Anguished harmonies 
                seem more prevalent in Symphony No. 
                7, although some glittering moments 
                bring contrast. The longer paragraphs 
                carry with them a certain grandeur that 
                is most affecting, a certain quiet nobility 
                that inspires some sort of awe. The 
                Lento (with a Piu mosso section marked, 
                ‘In Legendary Mood’) is rather beautiful, 
                although perhaps it is a trifle over-long 
                (it begins to sprawl rather here). The 
                ending is touchingly tender, though. 
              
 
              
The finale begins with 
                a nod to Britten in its open-air exuberance, 
                and later features some brass writing 
                that would not have disgraced Walton’s 
                Crown Imperial. The close is 
                certainly grand (although do I detect 
                a hint of bombast?), and the noble, 
                long-breathed string melodies are here 
                even more effective because of Lyrita’s 
                superb, warm recording. Of course we 
                are in competition with Chandos’s Bryden 
                Thomson and Vernon Handley, two conductors 
                whose qualifications in this repertoire 
                are fully acknowledged, not to mention 
                David Lloyd Jones’s Bax recordings for 
                Naxos. Yet Leppard’s instincts are accurate 
                and always convincing. 
              
 
              
This is a valuable 
                disc, not least because it puts two 
                substantive works by Bax side-by-side. 
                Both performances do the scores justice 
                and the recording is, as usual from 
                this source, exemplary. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke 
                 
              
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