For three or four years Warner sustained an arrangement with the 
                BBC under which they were able to issue a selection of recordings 
                from the Promenade concerts. This disc was one of the fruits of 
                that agreement. As such the odd cough and shuffle here and there 
                must come as no surprise. 
                
This is a comparatively 
                  short playing disc but compensated for by the celebrity participants 
                  and the enviable qualities of the performances. Hvorostovsky 
                  - extensively recorded on Delos - has his own very large and 
                  popular following. They will already have acquired this disc. 
                  His Mussorgsky cycle leaves to one side his predilection for 
                  potent sentimentality - try his wonderful Delos recital discs 
                  with Constantine Orbelian - and instead embraces the dark and 
                  implacably resolute Mussorgsky songs. His indomitable chest 
                  voice recalls Benjamin Luxon at his finest but adds a lignite 
                  blackness of tone that seems to be largely the province of the 
                  Russia and Slav basses and baritones. I make the honourable 
                  exception of the miraculous Charles Robert Austin recorded in Shostakovich’s 
                  Stepan Razin cantata on Naxos. 
                  Hvorostovsky’s richly stocked voice is here caught in all its 
                  vital dark and sable tonal lustre.
                
So far as the Rachmaninov 
                  is concerned this turns out to be a subtle and at first coolly 
                  understated, confiding and sometimes drowsy-distant version 
                  of the Symphonic Dances. Things heat up however in the 
                  finale and are just as I remembered them from when I heard the 
                  last ten minutes of this work in the car on the way home from 
                  Warrington almost five years ago now. The singing quality of 
                  the St Petersburg violins shines out in a smiling glow in the 
                  finale at 8:03. The final section from 9:12 is given a snappy, 
                  rip-snorting and cracking performance with the brass and woodwind 
                  abrasive, sardonic and triumphant. It is no wonder that the 
                  audience explodes in thunder of applause. A pity that this overlays 
                  the decay of the laisser-vibrer final slam-crash of the 
                  tam-tam. 
                
              
The Rachmaninov cannot 
                really be a library recommendation. For that you must go back 
                to Polyansky on Chandos (see 
                review), Svetlanov on Regis (see 
                review) and on Melodiya the sensational Kondrashin from the 
                1960s with the Bolshoi Theatre Orchestra (Melodiya MELCD1000840). Even so if you have any feeling for this work - and 
                it is one of my favourites - try to track down a copy of this 
                Warner disc to hear a glorious final dance from an orchestra in 
                extraordinary possessed communion with the audience.  
              
The notes by Andrew 
                Huth are lucid, full, good and cover all the principal bases. 
                I owe it to Mr Huth that I can point out that Shostakovich was 
                inspired by the Mussorgsky cycle in his own death-centred symphony 
                No. 14. When Shostakovich orchestrated the songs in 1962 he stayed 
                faithful to the Mussorgskian style. He had already prepared editions 
                of Mussorgsky's operas Boris Godunov and Khovanshchina. 
                The sung texts for the Mussorgsky songs are printed in full in 
                the sung Russian and in parallel layout in German, English and 
                French translations.
                
                Rob Barnett