Tchaikovsky and Bernstein - a match made in heaven? Not quite. 
                 
              
Bernstein was a larger 
                  than life character. His podium extravagances were an eloquent  
                  metaphor for his euphoric and headstrong approach to the music. 
                  He is the antithesis of the self-effacing conductor of the Boult 
                  pattern - poles apart. His Sibelius and Nielsen is potent and 
                  the Nielsen in particular is very special indeed. His way with 
                  Schuman, Harris, Diamond and Randall Thompson always liberates 
                  both poetic sentiment and gusts of energy. This surely is just 
                  the man for Tchaikovsky's potently volatile emotionalism? 
                
In the First Symphony 
                  and in its two successors Tchaikovsky comes closest to the Nationalist 
                  idiom of the Kouchka (Borodin, Rimsky and the rest). He rose 
                  to his full personal stature in the last three symphonies and 
                  in Manfred and Francesca da Rimini though some 
                  will take issue with me over placing Manfred in this 
                  company. 
                
Bernstein's readings 
                  of the first three are trim and supple. They ripple with excitement. 
                  His First Symphony is light as Mendelssohnian featherdown somewhere 
                  between the faerie realms of A Misdsummer Night's Dream and 
                  the adolescent wonders of The Nutcracker. Listen to the 
                  delectable opening - Winter Daydreams indeed. The second 
                  movement of the Second Symphony makes innocent play of the conspiratorial 
                  nocturnal march and play is not far away from the Schumann-inflected 
                  scherzo third movement. Things are only spoilt, to a degree, 
                  by the pompous opening of the last movement which is rather 
                  the composer's 'fault' than Bernstein's. Although I have seen 
                  some condemnation of Bernstein's recording of the Third Symphony 
                  I found its playful excesses not at all off-putting. 
                
The Fourth Symphony 
                  is pulled about mercilessly by Bernstein and is in no way recommendable. 
                  I have few problems with liberty-taking if the end result works 
                  as it usually does with Golovanov and Stokowski but this simply 
                  miscarries. Success comes more easily in the Pathétique 
                  which is a work tailor-made for Bernstein. With nice stereo 
                  separation and a closer balance than that for the early symphonies 
                  this engages and fluently holds the listener's attention. If 
                  there is a downside it is a tendency by the engineers to hold 
                  back on the climaxes. On the other hand the adagio is at a steady 
                  close-up mezza voce. The mind knows the music is quiet 
                  or loud but the original CBS team clearly felt that the levels 
                  could not be left to their natural inclinations. The allegro 
                  molto vivace bristles with life and soloistic instrumental 
                  bi-play rising to a pealing climax this time rendered naturally 
                  and loud. Allowance being made for a caustic tone to the strings 
                  this works pretty well.   
                
The Fifth also goes 
                  with a swing with Bernstein's predilection for extremes of speed 
                  fully indulged including a treacly slow tempo for the great 
                  French horn solo in the slow movement. If that was a miscalculation 
                  the finale sounds very well indeed. I especially liked the emphasis 
                  laid on the growling brass at the start. It is not quite as 
                  extreme as Mravinsky's famous 1961 recording with the Leningrad 
                  Phil on DG but it is in the same ball park. It does not however 
                  displace my preferred version: Monteux and the LSO in Vienna 
                  live in 1960 on Vanguard - revelatory in every detail (see review). 
                  The withering competition offered by Vanguard-Monteux is irresistible. 
                  It’s a set that belongs in the Hall of Fame alongside a number 
                  of Second Symphonies: Gerhardt’s Hanson, Bernstein’s Randall 
                  Thompson and Beecham’s Sibelius. 
                
The ‘make-weights’ 
                  including the spavine warhorses (1812 and Marche Slave) 
                  are more consistently on song than the symphonies. The tone 
                  poems Romeo, Francesca and Hamlet are extremely 
                  satisfying without displacing Monteux in Romeo (Vanguard) 
                  and Stokowski (Everest and Dell'Arte) in the other two.
                
Strange that the Manfred 
                  Symphony never appealed to him or at least not enough to 
                  tempt him into the studio. Its illustrative nature, theatricality 
                  and grand manner would surely have been temperamentally perfect 
                  for the showman steeped in the adrenalin of the moment.
                
The analogue recordings 
                  date from between 1957 and 1975. Surface and hiss has been largely 
                  tamed although it is certainly apparent at the start of the 
                  Fifth Symphony.
                
Overall then, not a 
                  top-flight recommendation for this box. My preference would 
                  go to the BMG set from Temirkanov and the RPO. I have not heard 
                  the expensive Jansons/Oslo Philharmonic Orchestra Chandos set 
                  nor the Bournemouth Litton on Virgin but these have been rated 
                  highly by others. The Bernstein is extremely attractively priced 
                  so it would make a nice third or fourth set to remind you of 
                  the unstable and idiosyncratic chemistry of Tchaikovsky and 
                  1960s Bernstein - a 'Columbia Legend' - exactly as the box proclaims. 
                
              
Rob Barnett