Joys aplenty with this 
                magnificent VPO Mozart set from Andante. 
                The sheer rarity value of Maurizio Pollini 
                caught live directing the Vienna Philharmonic 
                might indeed be worth the full price 
                of the set, especially when this is 
                Pollini at his sovereign best; but these 
                are by no means the only musical riches 
                here. 
              
 
              
Before further ado 
                I should admit, perhaps, the reasons 
                for my excitement regarding the piano 
                concertos. The first time I heard Pollini 
                was in Manchester’s Free Trade Hall, 
                where he directed a touring English 
                Chamber Orchestra in performances of 
                Mozart’s Piano Concertos Nos. 14 and 
                17 (and conducting the 34th 
                Symphony). It was a defining moment 
                in my musical life – to hear these performances 
                from the same period, the early eighties, 
                was to merely confirm my memories. 
              
 
              
There is not a hint 
                of Pollini the literal interpreter here. 
                Instead he goes straight to the heart 
                of this magnificent music. He refuses 
                to treat the twelfth concerto as ‘minor 
                Mozart’ – there is no trace of the ‘less-than’ 
                here. The playing of the VPO is stylish 
                and delicate, caught beautifully by 
                the Austrian Radio recording (which 
                also preserves Pollini’s crystalline 
                sound perfectly). Pollini’s technique 
                is exemplary. His staccati are 
                never pecked at; the cadenza is an example 
                of supreme pianism. The Pollini/VPO 
                combination manages to achieve true 
                intimacy in the Andante, contrasting 
                with the fresh and multi-faceted finale. 
              
 
              
The Concerto No. 14 
                in E flat receives similar advocacy. 
                Here the piano’s entrance is thrown 
                into bold relief by an eminently well-mannered 
                orchestral exposition. By bringing out 
                the drama more than is usually heard, 
                the resultant energy level rises. The 
                contrastive concentration in the second 
                movement is almost palpable. The tempo 
                is slow (hardly the Andantino asked 
                for) yet this is an utterly elegant 
                statement. The D minor Concerto enters 
                new emotional worlds, and Pollini is 
                fully alive to the music’s dark undercurrents. 
                (The microphones, by the way, pick up 
                an authentic Pollini grunt at 7’36, 
                if you listen carefully.) The tenderness 
                of the slow movement is highlighted 
                by the VPO’s playing, but it is in the 
                finale that everything gels. Pollini’s 
                voicing verges on the genius, and the 
                whole is reminiscent of early Barenboim 
                with the ECO (on EMI) in its grim determination, 
                despite their differences as pianists. 
              
 
              
David Oistrakh died 
                in October 1974, not too long after 
                this recording of the Sinfonia concertante 
                for violin and viola was made and so 
                this remains the Oistrakhs’ last account 
                of it together. The interplay between 
                the soloists is remarkable, David’s 
                nimble viola being something of a miracle 
                (has the cadenza ever been better caught?). 
                The slow movement is a confident, relaxed 
                outpouring; the finale unhurried and 
                yet, despite this seeming contravention 
                of the ‘Presto’ command, it seems exactly 
                at the right tempo. 
              
 
              
It is David Oistrakh 
                who conducts the ‘Jupiter’ symphony, 
                from the same source. Andante’s essay 
                seems to omit reference to this, yet 
                the performance has much to commend 
                it (despite a slightly workaday impression 
                of some of the first movement). In particular 
                the rapt slow movement and the exultant, 
                festive finale stand out. 
              
 
              
The performance of 
                the Requiem is notable for preserving 
                Josef Krips’ last public appearance 
                before his retirement. There is a backbone 
                of granitic strength that runs through 
                this Requiem, which breathes 
                what we might today call ‘old-style’ 
                Mozart (in addition, Krips used modern 
                clarinets rather than more mysterious, 
                veiled-of-tone bassett horns). Some 
                movements may seem decidedly under-tempo 
                (‘Quam olim Abrahae’, CD3 track 10, 
                3’25, decidedly drags its feet, for 
                example, plodding away to no great effect, 
                and the ‘Agnus Dei’ seems to run out 
                of steam) yet there remains much that 
                is moving. 
              
 
              
It is interesting how 
                there are pluses and minuses here – 
                how the ‘Sanctus’ emerges like a blaze 
                of bright light after the turgidity 
                of ‘Quam olim Abrahae’, and how against 
                a very uncontrolled, unsteady solo trombone 
                in the ‘Tuba mirum’, Walter Berry’s 
                imposing bass emerges. Dermota’s entrance 
                appears somewhat under-powered, though. 
              
 
              
Soloists can effectively 
                be split into two, the new generation 
                ladies against the older gentlemen (Dermota 
                was 63 at the time). Popp is on the 
                tremulous side at first, yet she is 
                resplendent later (2’14 and onwards, 
                track 4). 
              
 
              
The sound can congest, 
                a definite down point in a work such 
                as this. But overall there is much to 
                move the senses here (try the ‘Lachrymosa’). 
                It is difficult to imagine anyone laying 
                out the cash for this set purely for 
                the Requiem, but it nevertheless 
                remains a valuable historic document 
                and worthy of inclusion. 
              
 
              
Anyway, there is no 
                doubt whatsoever that the first two 
                discs contain treasures to return to 
                regularly. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke