It was Lionel Hill, 
                  a friend of Moeran and Albert Sammons’s son-in-law, who sent 
                  me a tape of Patrick Hadley’s The Trees So High and told 
                  me to listen. He was right. He added a symphony by Tubin to 
                  the tape and told me to lend an ear to that as well. Right again. 
                  So it’s to him that I owe my admiration for both these composers, 
                  one that shows no sign of slackening; in fact it gets stronger.
                He sent me the Lyrita 
                  of course as there was none other in the catalogue. Now we have 
                  the Chandos rival on 9181 coupled with Sainton’s The Island 
                  – the same Sainton who had such a disastrous 1930 stint in Sammons’s 
                  old quartet, the London. Hadley wrote that his was a work of 
                  “some thirty minutes’ length” though there seems to be a consensus, 
                  on disc at least, that thirty-four is the preferred timing. 
                  I wonder how long Boult would have taken; slightly tighter I 
                  suspect. Auditors from critic Frank Howes (“equally beautiful 
                  in its larger outlines as in the smaller detail”) to fellow 
                  composer Armstrong Gibbs all loved it. And it is a ravishing 
                  work, one tinged of course with tragedy and loss; one would 
                  have thought Hadley would have preferred a female soloist but 
                  he was insistent on the point that it must be a baritone. 
                The differences 
                  between Handley on Lyrita and Bamert on Chandos are fairly negligible 
                  in respect of timings. Handley is a fraction quicker in the 
                  instrumental movements and slightly slower in the finale but 
                  that in itself is really of no account. The more immediate sound, 
                  School of ’79, favours the Lyrita over the slightly more cushioned 
                  Chandos. Handley also brings just a touch more spontaneity and 
                  affecting intimacy to the string writing. Perhaps it will come 
                  down to the singers – Tom Allen for Handley and David Wilson-Johnson 
                  for Bamert. The former’s tone is magnificently centred, the 
                  interpretation having a stoic reserve. Wilson-Johnson is a fine 
                  musician but his tone isn’t as centred as Allen’s – his stance 
                  is one of a greater mourning from the off as well. It doesn’t 
                  quite gather weight.
                For me the Finzi 
                  will always be Ian Partridge’s work. I’ve reviewed both the 
                  John Mark Ainsley/Matthew Best Hyperion CDA66876 and the much 
                  more recent Gilchrist/Bournemouth/Hill on Naxos 8.557863, the 
                  former in the context of the latter, but there’s no question 
                  in my mind that the restoration of this 1975 recording is an 
                  answer to a prayer. To hear Partridge sing his way around the 
                  thickets of textual and technical difficulties is to appreciate, 
                  once again, how singer and song can be so closely aligned as 
                  to be inseparable. Everything Partridge does illuminates the 
                  text without over-balancing it. There are no exaggerations, 
                  simply as complete a mastery as I think one could find in this 
                  repertoire of the needs of projection and internalisation. This 
                  is simply masterful all round, from tenor and conductor to orchestra 
                  and not least recording. 
                
              The 
                Lyrita Finzi was issued alone on LP. 
                Now it has an appropriate companion. 
                The Hadley was coupled with One Morning 
                in Spring, conducted by Boult. Both 
                these recordings are foundation stones 
                of a British collection. Don’t waste 
                a second worrying about duplication 
                – what’s £13.50 against eternity?
                Jonathan Woolf  
                
              see also Review 
                by Rob Barnett February RECORDING 
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