This
                      is a first CD release for this 1954-55 Swan Lake, famously
                      and idiosyncratically rearranged by the eminent conductor
                      so that the second Act comes first, the Third Act second
                      and the first Act brings up the rear. And just to complete
                      things the Act 3 Scene concludes things, following
                      on from Act I’s Coda of the Pas de deux. Stokowski
                      being Stokowski this all works fine, and unless your purist
                      and terpsichorean hackles rise at the impudence of the
                      London-born magician you will soon submit to most of his
                      blandishments.
                
                 
                
                
                These
                      include the gorgeous liquidity of Act 2 No.10 – which opens
                      the set – and the instrumental excellence of the orchestra.
                      Listen to the anticipatory rasp of the New York trombones
                      in Act II or to the splendid oboe principal, who plays
                      in a most distinguished fashion throughout.  Then there
                      are the violin and cello solos. I assume the evocative
                      playing in Act I’s Andante (track 19) and in Act
                      II’s Pas d’action is by concertmaster Mischa Mischakoff
                      and that he is joined in the latter by Frank Miller, though
                      there’s no indication of this anywhere, as doubtless there
                      wasn’t at the time. Mischakoff in particular shows once
                      more his characteristically sweet and vibrant tone, with
                      its fast vibrato, whilst Miller is patrician and elegance
                      itself. The brass calls are crisp and dramatic, with a
                      fat cornet tone being richly evoked in the Danse napolitaine. The
                      orchestra as I say plays throughout with gutsy drama and
                      Stokowski encourages some lissom articulation, which sometimes
                      borders on the inconsiderate, should you be a dancer. Flair
                      is paramount here, fleetness too and richly characterised
                      movements that attest to Stokowski’s affectionate warmth. 
                
                 
                
                True,
                      yes, there are some distractions; fine though it is to
                      hear so nimble a harpist, the instrument is over-recorded
                      to a draconian degree. The same is true for the unnatural
                      spotlighting of the clarinet, especially in the Moderato
                      assai of Act II – and elsewhere too. Speeds, as noted,
                      can be over-fast. But with that naughty addition of the
                      Drigo interpolation this is an enjoyable melange, wrong
                      order or not, and not to be missed by the Stokowski collector.
                
                 
                
                To
                      complete the collection we have some rather camp classics.
                      Willi Boskovsky would not necessarily approve of Stokowski’s
                      way with Johann Strauss – there’s even a Hawaiian electric/steel
                      (?) guitar in the mix of Tales from the Vienna Woods, which
                      must have raised a sardonic smile from the conductor. There
                      is some Turkish flim-flam to conclude, the Beethoven taking
                      advantage of spatial knob turning to make its point to
                      maximal effect. 
                
                 
                
                The
                      notes as always in this series are both helpful and well
                      written. The Swan Lake is in mono – it was
                      originally recorded in stereo as well but the stereo tapes
                      have disappeared. The sound is very good, too; there’s
                      some residual very high-level hiss and some rumble on the
                      tapes as well but you’d have to go looking for it to find
                      it. 
                
                 
                
                Plenty
                      of entertainment and incident here and the usual ration
                      of Stokowski idiosyncrasy. 
                
                 
                
                      Jonathan
                          Woolf
                
                
                    see also review by Rob Barnett
                 
                
                
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