A mixed bag of the 
                totally unknown. Immediately this release 
                faces an uphill struggle with the buying 
                public. At a time when shops all but 
                give away classic recordings - I snapped 
                up the Furtwangler Tristan on EMI for 
                under 10 quid the other day - it is 
                a brave company that backs a release 
                like this. Note too, that this is set 
                one of the Ukraine Composers’ Series 
                – I wonder, how many sets do they think 
                the market can stand? 
              
 
              
Not surprisingly, I 
                turned first to the accompanying notes 
                in the hope of enlightenment on what 
                I was listening to. No such luck; they 
                totalled three sides, around half of 
                which is devoted to notes on the composers 
                (born, studied, professor at x conservatoire, 
                etc) and near on a page each covering 
                the orchestra and the conductor, of 
                which more later. There is not a single 
                word on the compositions. 
              
 
              
So without greater 
                authority to contradict me, in giving 
                you some impression of the music, I 
                would draw tonal parallels with the 
                officially acceptable compositions of 
                Shostakovich or Prokofiev. That said, 
                none of the composers here possesses 
                a comparable imagination or technique. 
                Stetsun’s Youth Overture gives 
                away possible political compliance readily, 
                others perhaps less so. Which is to 
                say, I suppose, that they are worthy 
                but dull compositions for the most part. 
                Not once are the boundaries of tonality 
                disturbed, though there is lively rhythmic 
                interest and concern with building dense 
                sound textures. Even for someone like 
                myself with an interest in Eastern European 
                music, the pervasive social realist 
                mood begins to pall well before the 
                end of the first CD. 
              
 
              
The performances are 
                robust and earnest. The playing is not 
                of the front rank: brass and strings 
                are hard-edged, though of decent tone; 
                woodwinds lacking a little in character, 
                as is typical of Eastern European ensembles. 
                Quite what level of interpretational 
                gifts Jordania possesses is hard to 
                tell here, though he mercifully keeps 
                things moving and maintains ensemble. 
                Michaev’s domra sounds like a cross 
                between mandolin, guitar and cimbalom; 
                somewhat curious. 
              
 
              
It would have been 
                interesting to contrast some works by 
                younger composers; providing their styles 
                and idioms have advanced beyond the 
                ideologically sanctioned. To see if 
                this is the case, we might have to wait 
                for future releases. Whatever the content 
                though, the recording company seriously 
                needs to review how it supports such 
                releases. 
              
Evan Dickerson