I have a feeling that 
                Scherchen’s 1958 Requiem may have been 
                misjudged. Or, to put it another way, 
                the qualities that made it seem so unsympathetic 
                to some can, in a good transfer, give 
                it a richer sense of personality and 
                occasion, a deeper transaction with 
                Berlioz’s blazing genius. That said 
                it will still strike many as a lost 
                cause. Tempi are often at the heart 
                of the controversy with Scherchen and 
                that’s as true of his Berlioz as much 
                as it is of.his Bach Orchestral Suites 
                – here the performance of the Requiem 
                spills out onto two discs. 
              
 
              
Certainly it needs 
                to be taken on highly personalised terms. 
                The latest incarnation by Tahra has 
                improved on the old Vox/Vega/Westminster 
                pressings by virtue of greater clarity 
                and immediacy; the recording can still 
                be distant and somewhat opaque in places 
                – Les Invalides was not an easy space 
                in which to record – but it’s been somewhat 
                ameliorated here, which is very much 
                to the benefit of the performance. Even 
                the occasionally problematic stereo 
                balances can be swept up in the grandeur 
                of the interpretation. 
              
 
              
Weighty, serious and 
                with noble sonorousness, Scherchen’s 
                Berlioz is not for those to whom Fournet, 
                Munch, Beecham and Davis are lodestars 
                in this work. The opening movement actually 
                put me in mind of the elderly Celibidache’s 
                Bach but in the Dies Irae we 
                get some shuddering strings, well controlled 
                and projected lower men’s voices, and 
                a genuine sense of Scherchen’s absolute 
                commitment to the work. I can’t help 
                but feel that the static Quid sum 
                miser is part of his greater architectural 
                schema, though it’s not one to which 
                I happen to be especially sympathetic. 
                No one wants to judge performances by 
                the stopwatch but there was seemingly 
                a French consensus between such as Fournet, 
                whose first ever recording of the work 
                in Wartime I reviewed (on Malibran) 
                and Munch (Boston 1959) to take the 
                Rex tremendae at 5.40 – and not 
                Scherchen’s bar-distending 6.58. 
              
 
              
What Scherchen does 
                so well is cumulative power and grandeur 
                and a palpable sense of spiritual commitment, 
                though it’s always one that equates 
                slowness of tempo with gravity of feeling. 
                The gravely etched bass line is part 
                of a marmoreal approach to the Offertorium 
                that lasts all of 11.13 (compare Fournet 
                and Munch who agree on a mean of 6.23, 
                a truly exceptional difference). But 
                Scherchen does have Jean Giraudeau in 
                the Sanctus and his voice is caressing, 
                fragile, boyish and otherworldly in 
                its employment of a typically French 
                head voice. I admit to being very partial 
                to him and his raptness has a beauty 
                all its own. The final Agnus Dei 
                needless to say lasts a Brucknerian 
                15.33 – Fournet and Munch are in absolute 
                tempo agreement as to 11.55 – but Scherchen’s 
                apartness from a perceived French tradition 
                in this work brings other gravities 
                and perceptions. 
              
 
              
The leading contenders 
                for performances of around that time 
                (and now) would include the ones already 
                mentioned – I strongly recommend the 
                Fournet with Georges Jouatte 
                despite the problematic Parisian 
                acoustic, though the later Munch with 
                Leopold Simoneau is a central recommendation 
                – and the live Beecham from 1959 with 
                Richard Lewis now on BBC Legends, which 
                is superb. 
              
 
              
              
Jonathan Woolf