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                Gent (www.rodepomp.be 
                ; e-mail rodepomp@pandora.be 
                ), but information concerning this and 
                other Northern Flowers releases may 
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The present release 
                perfectly complements the recent Hyperion 
                disc (CDA 67413) reviewed 
                recently here . It offers three 
                more Tchaikovsky pieces, the Chamber 
                Symphony being the only work 
                common to both discs. 
              
 
              
The four works here 
                span some twenty-five years of Tchaikovsky’s 
                composing life. The short Clarinet 
                Concerto of 1957, more a concertino, 
                was composed at about the same time 
                as the Sinfonietta for Strings. 
                It might be labelled ‘Neo-classical’, 
                because of its easy-going nature, its 
                melodic character and its colourful, 
                piquant scoring. I was often reminded 
                of Malcolm Arnold, Philip Lane and David 
                Lyon as well as of Shostakovich in his 
                lighter mood. This is a delightful, 
                unpretentious piece of charm and great 
                fun. I wonder why it is not heard more 
                often, for it is a modest, but real 
                winner. 
              
 
              
As I mentioned in my 
                review of the Hyperion disc, the Chamber 
                Symphony is more a suite of 
                orchestral etudes than a miniature symphony. 
                It is in six hugely contrasted movements 
                ending with a deceptively simple Serenade. 
                However, the many harmonic surprises 
                in this attractive score belie the Neo-classical 
                label that one might be tempted to stick 
                on Tchaikovsky’s mature music, defying 
                any all-too-easy classification. 
              
 
              
The magnificent cantata 
                Signs of the Zodiac is 
                still more personal, and reflects the 
                composer’s more serious concerns. Shostakovich’s 
                shadow looms large over this dramatic 
                and tragic work setting sombre texts 
                by Tyutchev, Alexander Blok and Tsvetaeva. 
                It ends with a quite different text 
                by Zabolotsky (Signs of the Zodiac) 
                which the composer sets as a nursery 
                rhyme, by turns funny and frightening, 
                with some typically Russian black humour 
                as well as a good deal of understatement 
                leaving many questions unanswered. In 
                spite of such apparently disparate literary 
                sources, Tchaikovsky achieves coherence, 
                from the orchestral introduction onwards. 
                The first three settings (Silentium!, 
                Far Out and Cross o’Four Roads) 
                are generally darker in mood, disillusioned 
                and with a touch of wry humour also 
                found in the poems. The concluding setting 
                is completely at odds with what has 
                been heard before, although the text 
                reflects on the same topics, but expressed 
                in a superficially lighter manner. This 
                magnificent work, the real gem here, 
                has much in common with Shostakovich’s 
                dark and desolate Fourteenth Symphony, 
                although Tchaikovsky’s music is less 
                single-mindedly pessimistic than Shostakovich’s. 
                I am in no doubt about it, though: this 
                wonderful piece is a minor masterpiece. 
              
 
              
One might think that 
                Tchaikovsky, like several of his contemporaries, 
                chose easy ways out in order not to 
                confront the artistic dictates of the 
                Stalin years and after. Nevertheless 
                he, too, sometimes ventured onto dangerous 
                ground. In 1965, he composed a song 
                cycle Four Poems of Joseph Brodsky 
                for voice and piano. Brodsky’s name 
                was anathema to the régime of 
                the time; his work was banned for "social 
                parasitism" (whatever this may 
                mean). As a result, Tchaikovsky kept 
                his settings to himself, and re-arranged 
                them for chamber orchestra as Four 
                Preludes. I do not know in how 
                far the orchestral version relates – 
                if at all – to the original vocal settings. 
                What is quite clear, is that the music 
                had by 1984 acquired more harmonic stringency 
                and a biting dissonance. The Four 
                Preludes perfectly stand on 
                their own as ‘abstract’ music. 
              
 
              
Serov, who conducted 
                the first performance of Signs 
                of the Zodiac, conducts vital 
                and committed readings of these fine 
                and at times intriguing works. The recorded 
                sound, though less refined than on the 
                Hyperion disc, is quite fine, though 
                in no way outstanding. Curiously enough, 
                the 1978 recording of the cantata sounds, 
                if anything, much better than the more 
                recent recordings. Both soloists are 
                excellent. Miroshnikova’s committed 
                singing in the cantata is superbly confident 
                and, as a result, completely convincing; 
                whereas Feodorov obviously enjoys the 
                jollity and fancy displayed in the Clarinet 
                Concerto. 
              
 
              
Both this and the Hyperion 
                disc are warmly recommended. They shed 
                interesting light on a much neglected, 
                but distinguished composer whose achievement 
                is worth considering and deserves wider 
                exposure. 
              
 
              
Hubert Culot