Ančerl's 
                Prokofiev is grainy. He clearly prizes 
                the abrasion and the tartness of the 
                music. There is no evidence of a temptation 
                to over-romanticise. His Classical 
                is very much ‘on the wing’, raw-toned 
                (a quality accentuated by the 1956 recording) 
                and rebelliously alive with characterful 
                woodwind contributions. The Larghetto 
                is pretty four-square while the outer 
                movements, both timed at 3.48, are taken 
                at perilous speed with which the Czech 
                Phil keep up showing joyous unanimity 
                and astounding intonation. I wonder 
                if Ančerl 
                had been influenced by the fiery Golovanov. 
                The sound is a mite fierce so this disc 
                could not be a first recommendation. 
                I remember a nice version of this symphony 
                from Abbado on DG. From the same era 
                Nikolai Malko's Classical 
                is exceptional and allows a little 
                more breathing space for the music not 
                to mention its glorious coupling: the 
                Prokofiev Seventh Symphony. 
              
 
              
Of the five Prokofiev 
                piano concertos we are here offered 
                the first two. The First is played 
                by Sviatoslav Richter (1915-1997). It 
                is given a sweetly accented as well 
                as adrenaline-pumping performance in 
                which Ančerl 
                is happy to collaborate. Listen to the 
                lento at 6.35 onwards 
                in this single movement work showing 
                bravura in its eddying ascending drive 
                (a little like the Foulds' Dynamic 
                Triptych) and in its imaginative 
                unpredictability. The Second is 
                played by Dagmar Baloghová (b.1929). 
                She handles well the pregnant tension 
                and fey waywardness of the first movement 
                and is just as impressive in the little 
                Vivace. The Intermezzo 
                is macabre and fantastic with some of 
                the iron witchery of the First Violin 
                Concerto. This music becomes increasingly 
                modernistic with more than a predictive 
                touch of Bartók in the air. It 
                is somehow a surprise to find that both 
                concertos predate the Classical Symphony. 
              
Rob Barnett