Boris, 
                  apparently bears no relation to that more famous musical Tchaikovsky, 
                  which is just as well: they are both products and developers 
                  of the Russian tradition, but they are equally clearly products 
                  of their respective centuries. Boris Tchaikovsky’s teachers 
                  included Shostakovich, Myaskovsky, and Shebalin — auspicious 
                  mentorship that appears to have produced a significant compositional 
                  voice, if one until now little appreciated in the West.
                One 
                  is likely to wonder, particularly regarding the Symphony 
                  no. 1 of 1947: how much does it resemble the work of Shostakovich? 
                  Features reminiscent of Shostakovich as well as other Soviet 
                  composers of the era are present: pungent brass intrusions, 
                  glass-edged string writing, spare and austere orchestration. 
                  Tchaikovsky is in this symphony, however, more conservative 
                  than Shostakovich or even Vainberg. There isn’t the same level 
                  of searing, driving intensity that - depending on how one interprets 
                  it - conveys the personal pain of oppression and alienation 
                  from one’s society. Tchaikovsky, rather, is interested in deploying 
                  the timbres and orchestrations he learned from his teachers 
                  for more formally musical argument. He is successful in doing 
                  this through the long-line; which is to say, he is a natural 
                  symphonist. While this work will not displace any of the twentieth-century 
                  “greats,” it makes for compelling listening and deserves to 
                  be played in Western concert halls.
                The 
                  Volgograd Philharmonic, founded recently in 1987, has a lean 
                  sound that suits the symphony well. Its founder, Edward Serov, 
                  displays a sure control over the global architecture of the 
                  music, a virtue not always to be found in better-known conductors.
                There 
                  is a change of personnel for the two orchestral suites, written 
                  to accompany radio dramas. The conservatory orchestra provides 
                  a richer sound. Though episodic, as one would expect of incidental 
                  music, it should appeal to fans of similar works by Sibelius. 
                  After the Ball actually commences with a very Sibelian 
                  waltz.
                
              A 
                page in the liner-notes features the Boris Tchaikovsky Society 
                (see website). 
                This group, of which the composer’s widow is a founder and many 
                Russian musical luminaries are members, “organized” these recording. 
                They note, “the Society welcomes everyone who admires the music 
                of this great Russian composer. It will be delighted to answer 
                any inquiries and to send scores.”
                Naxos 
                  has also recorded the composer’s Piano Concerto (8.557727). 
                  I hope that, in their typically systematic way, they will commit 
                  his remaining three symphonies to disc.
                  
                  Brian Burtt