I 
                  lived in Pittsburgh during most of Mariss Jansons’ 
                  tenure as chief conductor of the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra. 
                  Native Pittsburghers are fierce in their loyalties, not only 
                  to their sports teams and coaches but analogously to other cultural 
                  institutions — such as the Symphony and its conductor. My own 
                  feelings toward Jansons were more ambivalent. I appreciated 
                  his programming choices: a lot of twentieth-century music, including 
                  challenging and contemporary works. His conducting, however, 
                  often left me cold: heavy accents on the exciting parts to rouse 
                  the crowd, at the expense of a coherent and compelling musical 
                  argument. Sometimes, though, he could transcend himself: by 
                  far the most intense concert experience of my sheltered musical 
                  life was his performance of Mahler’s Sixth Symphony, shortly 
                  before his departure to Europe. 
                  So I was curious to sample his work with one of his new orchestras, 
                  the Bavarian Radio Symphony. Is he, then, a worthy successor 
                  to the post once held by Rafael Kubelik?
                To 
                  judge by this recording: No. His performance of Tchaikovsky’s 
                  Pathètique shows that he has a better orchestra than 
                  he did (Chandos CHAN 8446) in Oslo - which is not to say that the Norwegians 
                  are slouches. There are, to me, two reference recordings for 
                  Tchaikovsky’s late symphonies. The first are the 1960 London tour performances by Mravinsky and the Leningrad Philharmonic (DG 
                  419 745-2). The searing intensity, the unwavering commitment 
                  of these readings demonstrate the defiant resolution of these 
                  musicians, unvanquished by Stalinist oppressions. The other 
                  interpretive extreme is Bernstein’s nearly concurrent (1964) 
                  recording with the New York Philharmonic (Sony SMK 47635). Not 
                  surprisingly for this conductor, this is Tchaikovsky seen through 
                  the lens of Mahler, and convincingly so. The Pathètique 
                  becomes a narrative of introspection and psychological struggle. 
                  Nobody can tell the resignation of the fourth movement Adagio 
                  lamentoso like Bernstein can. Jansons seems to try to steer 
                  between these two extremes. Perhaps he tries to get the best 
                  of both interpretive approaches. If so, he fails, and achieves 
                  something neither fish nor fowl.
                Tchaikovsky 
                  and Schoenberg inhabit very distinct and, to my mind and ear, 
                  very different, sound-worlds. To couple these two works, in 
                  concert or recording, requires a convincing case to be made, 
                  and in this case no attempt here is made to do this. Jansons 
                  plays Schoenberg as he plays Tchaikovsky, shifting gears insufficiently 
                  to achieve the late-Romantic sound-scape that Schoenberg paints. 
                  Again, he takes an inconclusive middle road, achieving some, 
                  but not all, of the clarity of sound and musical argument found 
                  by Boulez (Sony SMK 48465), while conveying some, but not enough, 
                  of the hyper-romantic authenticity found by Chailly (London 
                  473 728-2).
                The 
                  liner notes in the copy I received were solely auf Deutsch. 
                  The applause after each of the works could have, and should 
                  have, been edited out.
                Given 
                  that Jansons has been garnering leadership of world-class orchestras, 
                  it is frustrating that he does not evince more consistent musical 
                  inspiration.        
                Brian Burtt