I'll
                  come clean right up front: I've never "gotten" Elgar's Falstaff.
                  I may well be in a minority there - various encomia, both online
                  and in print, suggest that many consider this tone poem a masterpiece
                  - but I've always found it long, shapeless and rambling. Once
                  past the statement of the two principal themes - the first
                  representing Falstaff, the second Prince Hal - the structure
                  of the piece is dictated exclusively by the extra-musical program
                  rather than by abstract formal considerations. In this respect
                  it resembles the more discursive Liszt tone-poems. The problem
                  is not inherent in the genre: Strauss's Don Quixote,
                  for example, is of comparable length and its program is similarly
                  detailed, yet its variation structure offers sufficient and
                  regular repetition of motifs to provide a sense of arching
                  coherence. Absent the program, it's hard to make sense of what
                  you're hearing. Yet it won't do to play against the score's
                  discursiveness: a tightly-paced reading merely scants the music's
                  pictorial element without compensation, with Solti's standing
                  among the more spectacular failures - Decca, perhaps fortunately
                  caught in digital limbo.
                
 
                
                Warner's
                  - or, originally, Teldec's - producers seem to be aware of
                  these potential pitfalls, and do their best to smooth the listener's
                  way. Each episode of the score gets a separate track - twenty-nine
                  in all, some lasting for just a few seconds - and Anthony Burton's
                  booklet note provides a track-by-track synopsis of the program,
                  like a sportscaster's play-by-play. And the conductor, Andrew
                  Davis, is an experienced advocate of the score. His first,
                  Lyrita LP (SRCS77) recording of the piece - made long, long
                  ago, at the start of his international career - was clean and
                  well-organized, if short on sheer passion. Here, the warm tone
                  he draws from the BBC strings, while fuzzing the outline of
                  the phrases, draws the ear. Sonorous weight is balanced by
                  a springy, buoyant rhythmic impulse. Davis leans expressively
                  on Elgar's characteristic broad melodies, the better to set
                  off chipper, idiomatic woodwind staccati. I enjoyed
                  hearing the music, which is something, and appreciated the
                  composer's expert orchestration, even though a grayish recording
                  neutralizes its splashes of color. But I didn't actually like the
                  piece any better.
                
 
                
                But
                  collectors may well value the rest of the recorded program.
                  The title of the Op. 62 Romance suggests a salonish
                  trifle, but the strings' anguished opening gesture - harbinger
                  of the deep emotions to follow - immediately dispels any such
                  impression. Daniel Barenboim's old Sony (originally CBS) account,
                  probably the most readily available of the older recordings,
                  offered a polished, responsive English Chamber Orchestra, but
                  here the use of a full string section adds to the sense of
                  weight. I can imagine a rounder, more supple bassoon timbre
                  than Graham Sheen's, but he deploys his narrower, more focused
                  sound sensitively.
                
 
                
                The Grania
                    and Diarmid Funeral March is no stranger to disc - it
                    also turned up relatively recently on James Judd's Naxos
                    disc (8.557273 - see review) - but here it's preceded by
                    a brief, evocative introduction, which presumably constitutes
                    the
                    billed "Incidental
                    Music". The horns' quiet calls to attention, answered
                    by searching string chords, don't hold much interest melodically,
                    but nicely set up the Funeral March, which moves with a steady,
                    forthright tread. 
 
                
                I
                  suspect we'd hear Froissart more frequently in the concert
                  hall had Elgar not composed the masterful Cockaigne.
                  The earlier overture incorporates all the familiar Edwardian
                  melodic and rhythmic gestures, without quite cutting the strong
                  profile of the later piece. Davis's performance is sympathetic
                  and flowing; I remember the lyric themes emerging more affectionately
                  in Barbirolli's EMI account, but I haven't actually heard that
                  one in years.
                
 
                
                The
                  BBC Symphony, shedding its customary workmanlike persona, plays
                  with splendid commitment. The violins whistle slightly in
                  altissima in Froissart, true; elsewhere, the aching,
                  liquid beauty of the clarinet solos, and the horns' poised
                  attacks on exposed high notes, are ample compensation.
                
 
                
                  Stephen Francis Vasta
                  
                   
                
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