Taking the ten volumes of
                      the now deleted Olympia series (see reviews: 
1-5, 
6-9, 
10)
                      with the Alto label’s continuation of that series (
see
                      review) it will take only one further disc to have
                      all the Myaskovsky symphonies available on individual CDs.
                      The present disc is No. 13 in the series.
                  
                   
                  
                  
This disc includes one of
                      Myaskovsky's longest symphonies alongside the Third and
                      Sixth. It shares a disc with an exuberant singing overture
                      and the most recorded Myaskovsky work - the Symphony 21.
                      Recorded by 
Ormandy and
                      Morton Gould (now on the Bearac label) in the USA and by
                      various Russian conductors. Svetlanov's is the most recent.
                   
                  
The 
Salutatory Overture (also
                      seemingly known as the 
Hulpigung’s Overture)
 is
                      so much better than its title and circumstances - the 60th
                      birthday of Stalin - might suggest. It encapsulates much
                      of the Myaskovsky manner: the tragic grandeur and the singing
                      dignified melancholy. It is not the brash pot-boiler that
                      we might have expected from Shostakovich's 
Festive Overture or
                      the various examples by Kabalevsky. It is heroic and carries
                      a sense of striving. Surprisingly its assertive lyricism
                      has a distinct Rawsthorne flavour about it. There’s even
                      an episode that recalls Hanson's Second Symphony.
                   
                  
The 
Seventeenth Symphony is
                      an epic piece although the epic side softens into smiling
                      kindness in the finale. The brass throughout are idiomatically
                      Russian with that glowing part warble - part bloom (I,
                      5:00). The heroic aspects material is acutely judged and
                      has a leisurely majesty – listen to those agonising and
                      agonised trumpets at 4:20 in I and the superhuman striving
                      of the massed brass at 12:03 and 14:50 – all in the first
                      movement. The long 
Lento is intensely romantic to
                      the danger point of sentimentality - it's a sensationally
                      affecting and delicate piece of writing, complete with
                      jewelled harp highlights. In this movement Myaskovsky is
                      as close as he ever came to the second movement of Rachmaninov's
                      Second Symphony. I recall this movement being used (Gauk
                      recording now on Classound if you can find it) to illustrate
                      Robert Layton’s Myaskovsky profile on Radio 3 in the early
                      1970s. The short 
allegro third movement uses the
                      sort of 
chevauchée charge motif that we know from
                      the symphonies 21, 24 and 25. However Myaskovsky astonishes
                      with some writing of a delicacy very close to Ravel but
                      with a folksy accent. The finale features a typically emotional
                      Myaskovsky 
cantabile and writing which enchants
                      through its expression of attentive kindness rather than
                      grandstanding drama. The easygoing and lissom confidence
                      of this movement also recalls Vaughan Williams in his sunny
                      ambling mood. Myaskovsky in this work might be seen as
                      the successor to Tchaikovsky - his writing is 
that effective.
                   
                  
The wartime 
Twenty-First
                        Symphony is also superbly done and is here allocated
                        a single track. Svetlanov's command of atmosphere is
                        immediate. I had forgotten how the introduction before
                        the ‘cavalry charge’ figure (5:27)) was so close to the
                        expressionist angst of symphonies 7 and 13. After a moments
                        of skirling power (5:45) and tramping fugal character
                        (9:24) the music rises to a peak of tortured triumph.
                        The work settles into a Sibelian shimmer at the close
                        with some plangent bass-emphasised pizzicato writing. 
                   
                  
The Seventeenth was issued
                      previously on Melodiya (SUCD 10-00472) shortly after the
                      recording was made. 
                   
                  
                  It's sad to note the death of Per 
                  Skans for whom Tommy Persson provides 
                  an obituary in the booklet. Skans 
                  wrote the annotations for the Olympia 
                  volumes and all the Altos up until 
                  now. His mantle is now assumed by 
                  the capable and extremely well-informed 
                  Jeffrey Davis who furnishes the note 
                  for these two symphonies. Skans' notes 
                  have been a distinctive strength of 
                  the Olympia and Alto project but Jeffrey 
                  Davis seems in every way a worthy 
                  successor. 
                   
                  
All the Svetlanov Myaskovsky
                      symphonies are now available in a Warner box but the documentation
                      for that bargain basement box is scant to put it mildly.
                      If you want your Myaskovsky meticulously documented then
                      the Olympia-Alto series is the one to go for.
                   
                  
Wonderful playing of music
                      that has been locked away for far too long. 
                   
                  
Rob Barnett