Beecham’s recording 
                of The Seasons has not received as much 
                critical attention as have his recordings 
                of the Symphonies. This is the first 
                ever CD reissue of this 1956-58 set 
                (essentially 1956 but with patching 
                sessions in March 1957 and April 1958) 
                which makes this Somm double that much 
                more of an attractive prospect. There 
                are a number of Beechamesque idiosyncrasies; 
                a 43 bar cut in the orchestral introduction 
                and added bells and cymbals and percussive 
                effects generally in Summer are noticeable 
                as are the added huntsman’s shots in 
                Autumn. But the most obvious feature 
                is Beecham’s orchestration of the keyboard 
                accompanied secco recitatives. He applied 
                an analogous approach in his recording 
                of Schumann’s Manfred when he orchestrated 
                Schumann’s piano music to fit into the 
                fabric of the score. 
              
 
              
As can be heard from 
                the live Berlioz that has emanated from 
                around this time Beecham could still 
                marshal large forces with verve and 
                panache – and driving power into the 
                bargain. Haydn was a favoured composer 
                and though he seems only to have given 
                one complete concert performance of 
                The Seasons (Edinburgh, 1950) he did 
                conduct isolated movements of the years; 
                The Creation was invariably played more 
                often. 	Beecham is on affectionate 
                and sympathetic form throughout, relishes 
                the twinkle-tinkle little star tune 
                in Simon’s Air Now fairly runs the 
                farmer’s boy (this is an English 
                language performance), and moulds the 
                Trio and Chorus in Spring Be now 
                gracious with notable acumen. 
                The orchestra is commendably rustic 
                when required, the trombones flaring 
                marvellously in the final Chorus and 
                Trio of Spring, the hunting horns decisive 
                and animated in Summer (No 12), flutes 
                piping in the same movement’s Recitative 
                for Lucas The midday sun. We 
                have a real sense of anticipation and 
                dynamism in Lucas’ You beauties of 
                the Town (No. 27 – Autumn), a splendid 
                drone effect in the Chorus Cheer 
                Now! And plenty of lyric phrasing 
                in Here stands the wand’rer 
                now (No. 16 – Winter). 
              
 
              
The Chorus is sometimes 
                rather sluggish (listen to the men in 
                their very first outing Come, gentle 
                Spring when Spring takes quite some 
                time coming) but otherwise sing stoutly 
                and even nobly. Of the three soloists 
                Elsie Morison takes the highest honours. 
                Alexander Young was an estimable singer 
                of course and his Handel memorable but 
                he’s not always quite steady (as in 
                the recitative in Winter At his approach). 
                Michael Langdon’s voice tends to spread, 
                an effect noticeable very early on in 
                Spring’s recitative From Aries rolls 
                at last.  
              
 
              
Somm have clearly taken 
                care with the transfers; at high level 
                some of the original residual hum is 
                audible but it won’t interfere in your 
                listening pleasure. And there is always 
                satisfaction to be taken in Beecham’s 
                Haydn. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf