Don’t suppose you’re 
                  getting typical performances of the 
                  mid-20th century – for 
                  that you can go to Böhm’s recordings 
                  from the 1940s and 1950s. Don’t suppose, 
                  either, that you’re getting classic 
                  recordings from a conductor who, late 
                  in life, rose to a peak of high eminence 
                  – for that you can go to the versions 
                  of these works included in his complete 
                  Mozart cycle, recorded in Berlin during 
                  the 1960s. For this is late Böhm, 
                  very late Böhm. 
                
 
                
For most of his career 
                  Karl Böhm (1894-1981) aroused 
                  no very great excitement but was much 
                  in demand as an extremely reliable 
                  practitioner of the old Kapellmeister 
                  school. And his performances did sometimes 
                  achieve greater inspiration than this 
                  implies, especially in the opera house. 
                  Then, in the 1960s, maturity seems 
                  to have increased his insight without, 
                  for the moment, impairing his vitality. 
                  He became one of the world’s top conductors 
                  and a convenient "traditionalist" 
                  to set in contrast to the Karajan 
                  phenomenon. But the years were taking 
                  their toll and his tempi began to 
                  slow down. People started to compare 
                  him with Klemperer, which was very 
                  convenient since all this happened 
                  at about the time Klemperer was bowing 
                  out. Every age needs its myth, but 
                  the Böhm myth was never very 
                  robust and was supplanted by the Wand 
                  myth almost before the dust had settled 
                  on his grave. 
                
 
                
More than with Klemperer, 
                  I would compare these late Mozart 
                  performances with Giulini’s final 
                  phase, the work of an old man who 
                  has withdrawn to a private Mount Olympus 
                  of his own where, seemingly unmindful 
                  of the vital spark which caused him 
                  to be a conductor in the first place, 
                  he dwells upon certain eternal, if 
                  unexciting, truths. 
                
 
                
Some enjoyment can 
                  still be found in the Schumannesque 
                  majesty of this Haffner Symphony’s 
                  first movement. It must be said, too, 
                  that he did not lose the art of the 
                  innocently flowing slow movement which 
                  was maybe his most individual contribution 
                  to Mozart interpretation. All three 
                  slow movements here are beautifully 
                  poised and not so very slow at all. 
                
 
                
Unfortunately, the 
                  three minuets seem to represent a 
                  curious experiment in seeing how slowly 
                  these pieces can go without actually 
                  stopping entirely. Since the conductor 
                  was still able to extract an extremely 
                  graceful response from the orchestra 
                  you may feel that he just about proves 
                  his point, but the music has a very 
                  gaunt air. Surely Mozart would have 
                  provided a fuller texture if he really 
                  wanted the music to go so slowly. 
                  The Haffner concludes with a very 
                  staid finale. 
                
 
                
The first movement 
                  of the G minor is such an extraordinarily 
                  great piece that any performance which 
                  tells us something we didn’t know 
                  about it is worth hearing once. The 
                  tempo is about the same as Klemperer’s, 
                  but it chugs less since Böhm 
                  seeks grace and serenity in the music. 
                  It can by no stretch of the imagination 
                  be called "Molto allegro" 
                  but its Olympian calm is impressive, 
                  even sublime in its way. Once again 
                  the slow movement is very beautifully 
                  realized at a mobile tempo, but then 
                  comes that dreadful minuet. The final 
                  is robust here and there; elsewhere 
                  it sounds as if the conductor was 
                  too tired to do a proper job. 
                
 
                
The Jupiter might 
                  be thought to respond best to this 
                  treatment and the opening movement 
                  has considerable majesty. The slow 
                  movement is once again very fine (and 
                  not slow) with some impressive pointing 
                  of the darker harmonic undercurrents. 
                  Yet another woefully slow minuet. 
                  The finale invests the final fugal 
                  denouement with almost Brucknerian 
                  splendour but it’s been a weary slog 
                  along the way. 
                
 
                
Incidentally, Böhm 
                  is pretty meagre over repeats. Normally 
                  I’d be critical but in this context 
                  I thank the Lord for small mercies. 
                
 
                
I find it reprehensible, 
                  indeed irresponsible, that these performances 
                  should appear on what is obviously 
                  intended as a cheap, popular label. 
                  This disc should only be heard by 
                  those with the knowledge and experience 
                  to glean what is good from it and 
                  set aside the rest. Personally, when 
                  I have other performances for comparison, 
                  I shall be pleased to take out these 
                  slow movements, and in certain moods 
                  I may enjoy the first movement of 
                  the G minor. I don’t much care if 
                  I never hear the minuets and finales 
                  again. If this disc was anybody’s 
                  introduction to classical music, it 
                  might also be his farewell. DG are 
                  really doing themselves no favour 
                  by issuing a CD which could be prejudicial 
                  to future sales of classical music 
                  in general and, more specifically, 
                  to the more marketable areas of Karl 
                  Böhm’s extensive discography. 
                
 
                
Christopher 
                  Howell