Two splendid symphonies 
                by the finest of all Russian symphonists, 
                Nikolai Yakovlevich Myaskovsky who lived 
                from 1881 to 1950. 
              
 
              
I have been collecting 
                recordings and broadcasts of his symphonies 
                for many years since I fell in love 
                with his last symphony, the Symphony 
                no. 27 in C minor, Opus 87, on an old 
                Melodiya LP conducted by Alexander Gauk. 
                Chandos have a better sounding version 
                of that glorious piece with the Russian 
                State Symphony Orchestra under Valeri 
                Polyansky on Chandos CHAN 
                10025. 
              
 
              
My friend Bryden Thomson 
                gave the British premiere of the Symphony 
                no 1 in C minor about a decade ago. 
                The massive Symphony no. 6 in E flat 
                minor is a towering masterpiece and 
                is available on Marco Polo 8.223301. 
                That company has also coupled symphonies 
                5 and 9 together in performances conducted 
                by the redoubtable Edward Downes, numbers 
                7 and 10 are on 8.223113, number 8 on 
                8.223297 and number 12 on 8.223302. 
                These performances are by the Slovak 
                Radio Symphony Orchestra under Robert 
                Stankovsky. Marco Polo have also recorded 
                all the piano sonatas played by Endre 
                Hegedus. 
              
 
              
Olympia has recorded 
                many of the symphonies. We were promised 
                seventeen discs. The first ten volumes 
                appeared 
                and the trail has now come to an 
                abrupt end. 
              
 
              
What makes Myaskovsky 
                so special? After all, his symphonies 
                have never really taken off. This is 
                primarily because people selfishly want 
                Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich to have 
                all the attention. Not even Prokofiev's 
                finest symphonies are that frequently 
                played and, curiously, it is the best 
                of his symphonies which are played the 
                least: the Second Symphony, ‘the symphony 
                of iron and steel’ as the composer called 
                it, and the magnificent Symphony no. 
                6. Myaskovsky's Symphony no 6, is also 
                in E flat minor. 
              
 
              
The Symphony no. 24 
                in F minor is a tribute to Myaskovsky’s 
                friend Vladimir Derzhanovsky who had 
                died in 1942. He began the symphony 
                in March 1943. Then he learned of the 
                death of Rachmaninov and so the symphony 
                was a double lament yet it is a strong 
                work - not sparse or wallowing but rich 
                in colour and texture and, as always 
                with this composer, full of melodic 
                lines sometimes of very great beauty. 
                The Symphony was completed in August 
                1943 and the score handed to that superlative 
                conductor Eugene Mravinsky who premiered 
                it at the Moscow Conservatory on 8 December 
                1943. 
              
 
              
It opens with a fanfare 
                - a reminder of the vigours and virtues 
                of life itself. The first movement is 
                in sonata form - a clear and very satisfying 
                form in which this composer excels. 
                The movement is headed Allegro deciso 
                and I would have preferred a more heroic 
                reading from this performance which 
                seems to run out of steam. However, 
                this will not worry anyone unduly. The 
                slow movement reveals this composer's 
                masterly use of the orchestra and the 
                contrasting use of the material yet 
                the composer very cleverly avoids turning 
                the movement into episodes; it hangs 
                together well. The finale, also in sonata 
                form, recalls material from the first 
                movement and, again, is beautifully 
                constructed. The climaxes are shattering 
                and well-judged: full of colour and 
                stirring exhilaration. It is only in 
                the last pages that the composer comes 
                to terms with the tragedy and the movement 
                ends ethereally in F major. 
              
 
              
It is a lovely, warm 
                and glowing work. 
              
 
              
Myaskovsky was criticised 
                all his life and was also subject to 
                the absurd Communist stand. The Soviets’ 
                attitude to music was as ridiculous 
                as its counterpart criticism of today. 
                ‘Music that has no tune or cannot be 
                sung or whistled is not music’, people 
                cry. Music without melody, or coat-hangers 
                as the professionals call it, is not 
                music at all. It is opined that the 
                majority of people in the West adopt 
                this blinkered view. Barbirolli said 
                that no music written after 1934 was 
                any good and some written before 1934 
                was not very good either. Melody is 
                not an essential ingredient to music 
                and yet Myaskovsky's symphonies blossom 
                with melody and are criticised for being 
                too old-fashioned! 
              
 
              
His craftsmanship and 
                orchestration is quite superb and his 
                melodies are often stick-in-the-mind 
                tunes! 
              
 
              
His own health began 
                to suffer. Being a bachelor and living 
                with his sister on whom he did not want 
                to be a burden he hid his sufferings 
                although he did stay at health resorts 
                from time to time thus sparing his sister 
                responsibility. 
              
 
              
The Symphony no. 25 
                in D flat was his first symphony after 
                the war being sketched in the summer 
                of 1946 and premiered on 6 March 1947 
                by the USSR Symphony Orchestra under 
                Alexander Gauk. 
              
 
              
It was received rapturously 
                and no wonder. It is another very fine 
                work. 
              
 
              
It begins with a slow 
                movement which is a set of variations 
                on a Russian theme. In this the composer 
                is expressing his nationalistic love 
                ... and what a lovely movement it is. 
                The second movement is marked Moderato 
                and is cantabile in style while all 
                the drama occurs in a very impressive 
                finale with a relentless drive (this 
                performance could have been more relentless) 
                in which the main theme of the opening 
                movement reappears. 
              
 
              
When you have heard 
                these symphonies you know that you have 
                heard some really fine music, flawless 
                in content and presentation with as 
                great an appeal as those by Tchaikovsky 
                and, in the view of many, much better 
                written! 
              
 
              
I have heard them played 
                better but for £4.99 one cannot quibble. 
                It is when you get to know and love 
                these glorious works that you search 
                for the perfection they deserve. 
              
David C F Wright 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Kevin 
                Sutton and Jonathan 
                Woolf