You may well recognise 
                  the line-up here from EMI Studio CDM 7 63491 2 – the transfers 
                  are unchanged for this British Composers edition of some 
                  seminal concerto performances, none of which is led by the composer 
                  himself. 
                The quintet of soloists 
                  pretty much speaks for itself – Richard Adeney, so much the 
                  prieux chevalier of Arnold’s flute concertos, Janet Hilton 
                  (not Jane – a typo is at work on the jewel case), Alan Civil, 
                  Gordon Hunt and John Wallace.
                Let’s take Hilton’s 
                  First Clarinet Concerto first, a work that has always impressed 
                  me more than the somewhat forced Second. Hilton plays this with 
                  considerable dexterity, tonal allure and a ripe sense of unease 
                  – note her exploration of the tension of the central movement 
                  and the florid giocoso flourish of her finale. She and Del Mar 
                  make something big out of it but London Musici and Mark Stephenson 
                  back Michael Collins on Conifer CDCF172 in a reading altogether 
                  more lithe and determined. Fortunately the concerto is big enough 
                  to withstand both approaches.
                Whereas the First 
                  Clarinet Concerto was written for Frederick Thurston, then acknowledged 
                  as one of the two leading British players – the other was Reginald 
                  Kell – the Oboe Concerto was perhaps inevitably destined for 
                  Leon Goossens. Its brand of sinuous lyricism seldom palls in 
                  a good performance – and Gordon Hunt’s is a very good performance. 
                  Even the fresh air jaunt is admirable here, the vivace 
                  central movement blisteringly fast.  
                A close colleague 
                  of the composer’s, Richard Adeney makes the most appropriate 
                  soloist for both flute concertos. The First was dedicated to 
                  him and with Ronald Thomas now at the helm of the Bournemouth 
                  Sinfonietta he plays with memorable control and eloquence. On 
                  CDCF172 we find that Karen Jones, rather like Michael Collins, 
                  pushes tempi forward decisively offering a more tensile view 
                  of the dissonances. That’s also the case with the opening movement 
                  of the Second Flute Concerto – where Jones can be found on Conifer 
                  VDCF 228; the coupling of the Second Clarinet Concerto is not 
                  replicated here. The Second receives a tremendously exciting 
                  reading, notwithstanding the fact that others are quicker in 
                  strict tempo terms. The playing explores the considerable vein 
                  of gravity that runs through the work. 
                The Horn Concerto 
                  was written for Dennis Brain and is here in the hands of Alan 
                  Civil. We can contrast the Civil-Del Mar performance with one 
                  given in 1969 with Civil with the composer conducting, a 75th 
                  Birthday release on BBC Radio Classics 1 565691817 from the 
                  mid-1990s. This makes a very different case for the work – and 
                  it’s Civil’s superb poise that ensures that both approaches 
                  sound plausible. Arnold knocks off a minute from Del Mar in 
                  the central movement rather in the way that the Mark Stephenson 
                  recordings are consistently quicker than these Del Mar-Thomas 
                  readings. 
                Finally there’s 
                  the Trumpet Concerto – Arnold’s own instrument of course – with 
                  John Wallace. It’s the slightest of the six concertos in this 
                  set. Its call to arms is tigerish and full of vigour and its 
                  finale assertive and demanding.
                This is a fine collection. 
                  Treat it either as a stand-alone conspectus or as an adjunct 
                  to those big Decca Arnold Edition boxes. Either way no disappointment 
                  will ensue.
                Jonathan Woolf
                
              see also Review 
                by Rob Barnett