The opening of Vaughan 
                Williams’ second symphony starts unpromisingly 
                with an electronic hum in the right 
                channel. Having made sure this wasn’t 
                a problem with my own equipment, and 
                finding it present on the second disc 
                as well, I have to assume this to be 
                a technical fault from the original 
                master. Having noticed it, you can hear 
                it filling the pauses in that serene 
                and beautiful opening, which is so well 
                played by the MSO – a great shame. 
              
 
              
Never mind. Like most 
                low-level nasties, this hum is soon 
                drowned out by the orchestra and seems 
                to have disappeared by the end of the 
                first movement. I have come to anticipate 
                a high standard of performance in this 
                series, and this is no exception. The 
                Melbourne orchestra is a powerful and 
                flexible instrument, and wends its way 
                admirably through the dynamic twists 
                and turns of the first movement. The 
                balance is not quite as good as some 
                of the other recordings I’ve heard however, 
                with the strings as good as drowned 
                out by the brass in the loudest of tuttis. 
              
 
              
The second Lento 
                movement is eloquently portrayed 
                – the slow, modal progressions anticipating 
                the Tallis Fantasia and violin 
                solos The Lark Ascending. Bustling 
                street activity opens the third movement 
                Scherzo, with robust English 
                quirkiness coloured with subtle, Ravel-like 
                touches of orchestration. The tidal 
                waves of sound which open the final 
                Andante con moto promise a spectacular 
                ending, and indeed the high standard 
                of playing is maintained throughout. 
                This is a performance which can hold 
                its own with the best, and if it only 
                misses the last ounce of monumental 
                solidity from Previn or sonic refinement 
                from Hickox or Handley, then it certainly 
                wins out over the now rather dated sounding 
                Boult recordings. 
              
 
              
There is no shortage 
                of Chopin concerto recordings on the 
                market, and having been spoilt with 
                the likes of Pires and Argerich the 
                soloist here, Ewa Kupiec, has much to 
                live up to. It is also interesting to 
                hear the MSO function as an accompanist, 
                which they do with a light and capable 
                touch – the occasional dodgy horn entry 
                excepted. Kupiec plays with effortless 
                technique and lyricism, extracting all 
                of the desired Chopinesque poetry and 
                expression from the score. The ‘hum’ 
                is back just in time to provide a little 
                distraction in the beautiful second 
                movement. I especially like the way 
                Kupiec sometimes allows the piano to 
                sink almost into the texture of the 
                orchestra, permitting herself a true 
                pianissimo instead of the usual 
                pianissimo (solo) which usually 
                just amounts to a boring old mp. 
                The Rondo finale is suitably 
                lively and true to its Vivace marking 
                – a very enjoyable account. 
              
 
              
Our old friend the 
                right-channel hum is back to infect 
                the atmospheric opening of Dukas’ famous 
                ‘Sorcerer’s Apprentice’. The MSO brass 
                comes into its own here, snarling and 
                vituperative from the outset. Christopher 
                Seaman’s tempi are good – neither too 
                stodgy for lively vibrancy or too harum-scarum 
                for the detail in the orchestration 
                to come through. The winds are good 
                too, and I love that unctuously leathery 
                contrabassoon sound. With the orchestra 
                in full flight there is however that 
                slight imbalance to the disadvantage 
                of the strings which I noticed in the 
                Vaughan Williams. 
              
 
              
This is a worthwhile 
                and entertaining issue. Live performances 
                are almost always to be welcomed in 
                my view, and the whole ‘MSO Live’ series 
                provides us with some potent glimpses 
                into some of the world class music-making 
                which goes on in Australia. It’s a shame 
                about that electronic fault, but don’t 
                let it put you off too much – it has 
                no more effect than the occasional cough 
                in these vivid and memorable performances. 
              
Dominy Clements