With its companion 
                (8.110170, 
                symphonies 2 and 5) this presents all 
                Koussevitsky's commercial recordings 
                of Sibelius excepting only the 1950 
                re-recording of the second symphony. 
                The gentle fillers come in the form 
                of the subtly sweetened Grieg and the 
                restrained Maiden with the Roses 
                (the latter from the stage music 
                for Strindberg's Swanwhite). 
                They are delightful - a pity though 
                that the Maidens (tr. 2) end 
                as if in mid-breath. 
              
 
              
The Pohjola's Daughter 
                is splendidly fantastic. The stabbing 
                Bostonian violins at 7.30 are memorable 
                along with much else. This shares the 
                incandescence of the Boston Tapiola 
                and the live Seventh with the BBCSO. 
                In the round this is no competition 
                for modern recordings such as Horst 
                Stein's on Decca and, going back to 
                the 1950s, Boult's on Omega Classics. 
              
 
              
Tapiola, the 
                Seventh Symphony and The Tempest 
                stand as forbidding presences of 
                the 1920s. Tapiola has none of 
                the narrative incident of Pohjola's 
                Daughter. Indeed this work has a 
                sombre sphinx-like gaze staring down 
                the listener. Sibelius has abandoned 
                the beguilement and sensuality of Lemminkainen 
                and instead leaves us with Tapio in 
                absorbed possession of the cold forests. 
                There is no sense here of Swinburnian 
                revels (Bax's Spring Fire) or 
                summer's ecstasy (Delius or Ludolf Nielsen's 
                Forest walk). This is nature's 
                realm but not in any cheery Dvořákian 
                sense. Here the woods are uncaring of 
                human spectators or travellers a sense 
                also felt in the Fourth Symphony. This 
                distancing is also close to the indomitable 
                and conscience-less Egdon 
                Heath (Holst). Koussevitsky’s is 
                a possessed performance as you will 
                instantly hear if you sample the needle-piercing 
                gale of sound at 14.51 onwards. Just 
                as impressive is the sustaining of prickly 
                concentration through the gentle closing 
                gestures of the symphony. Speaking of 
                which, this is a doughty version of 
                Sibelius 7. While it does not trounce 
                the Mravinsky (BMG Melodiya) or the 
                Ormandy/Philadelphia it has a massive 
                powerful humming momentum and coherence. 
                Mravinsky convinces you that he speaks 
                with the grave primeval strength - a 
                bardic enchanter from prehistory. Ormandy 
                convinces with powerhouse concentration 
                and the world's Rolls-Royce of an orchestra. 
                Oramo (Erato) again picks up on the 
                power and furious dynamism of the work. 
                Towards the end of the adagio Koussevitsky 
                picks up on the concentrated deliberation 
                of the music preparing the ground for 
                his hieratic trombone (sadly affected 
                by the passage of time) at 5.54 in tr.4. 
                The BBC Orchestra's trombone sounds 
                feeble only by comparison with more 
                recent recordings. Of course his tone 
                is less warbly than his Leningrad counterpart 
                from thirty years later. The strings 
                rasp and roar in unanimity at the start 
                of the allegro molto moderato. 
                I am not so sure that this deserves 
                all the ikonic status it has been accorded 
                over the years but it certainly merits 
                its own place among the best of Sibelius 
                7 recordings. The epic stride Koussevitsky 
                builds in the final five minutes is 
                impressive by anyone’s standards. 
              
 
              
The producer and audio 
                restoration engineer is Mark Obert-Thorn 
                so it is to him that we owe the finely 
                successful judgements balancing the 
                Scylla of 'cleansing' against the Charybdis 
                of atmosphere. 
              
 
              
To end the disc with 
                The Last Spring was an inspired 
                Beechamite choice sending the listener 
                out of the listening session with something 
                sweetly smooth and calming. 
              
Rob Barnett