Here is another extraordinary 
                find. A significant British symphony, 
                enthusiastically hailed by 1889 audiences 
                and critics alike, so much so that the 
                musical establishment took fright and 
                froze out the promising talent of the 
                retiring Frederic Cliffe. It appeared 
                some twenty years before Elgar’s First, 
                and some twenty-two after Sullivan’s 
                Irish Symphony. Although it ploughs 
                a well-worn furrow, it is wrought with 
                considerable power and skill, influences 
                include Beethoven, Wagner, Bruckner 
                and Mendelssohn. 
              
 
              
Certainly the huge 
                impact of those two fierily-stated chords 
                that open the symphony and that are 
                so brilliantly developed throughout 
                this Op. No. 1 symphony must have made 
                a deep impression on those who were 
                present at the Symphony’s premiere. 
                Such arresting music must have made 
                them wonder if they were present at 
                the arrival of a second Beethoven – 
                it does not take too much imagination 
                to make a link between the beginning 
                of this work and the opening ‘Fate’ 
                chords of Beethoven’s 5th 
                Symphony. The audience will have been 
                impressed, too, with the brilliance 
                of the brass writing, the wide vistas 
                of Cliffe’s concept (he had been deeply 
                impressed by the rugged Norwegian scenery), 
                and the lyricism as well as the power 
                of that opening movement. 
              
 
              
It is a shame, then, 
                that the Scherzo second movement does 
                not sustain this high quality. It is 
                a strange mix of Brucknerian solemnity 
                with a pinch of Brahms and rather bucolic 
                Vienna Woods waltz stuff displaced 
                to the Tyrol. 
              
 
              
Much better is the 
                Ballade slow movement, the most significant 
                at 15:28. Fifield sensitively allows 
                the portamenti and sentimental instrumental 
                slidings and flutterings that were the 
                accepted style of performance in the 
                Victorian England of 1889. The lovely 
                affecting melody so revealed is reminiscent 
                of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde. 
                Certainly the Wagnerian influence here 
                is very strong, and the eruption of 
                passion, when it comes in the middle 
                of the movement, is quite shattering. 
                The recorded sound in the Malmö 
                hall is full-blooded. 
              
 
              
The closing movement 
                is busy and Mendelssohnian effervescent 
                before the music slows and broadens 
                to tenderness and nobility, and a majestic 
                finale – again I was reminded of Bruckner. 
              
 
              
Frederic Cliffe’s Orchestral 
                Picture: Cloud and Sunshine remains 
                unpublished. It is cast in similar mould 
                to the Symphony. It ‘depicts the sorrows 
                of life under the simile of a cloud 
                and its pleasures under the figure of 
                sunshine.’ An impressive concert overture, 
                it contrasts the power and passion of 
                Wagner with the lighter spirit of Mendelssohn. 
                My ears were particularly attracted 
                to some imaginative harp figurations 
                and string writing and, as in the Symphony, 
                the brass have some very striking material. 
              
 
              
Amazing how music of 
                such power and lyricism can lie lost 
                and unperformed for so many years. It 
                is to be hoped that Sterling will allow 
                us to hear more of Frederic Cliffe. 
              
Ian Lace  
              
see also review 
                by Rob Barnett