I
                      was so impressed with Lan Shui’s 
Seascapes – see 
review – that
                      I included it among my picks for 2007. As performances
                      these aquatically linked pieces are remarkable for their
                      refinement and atmosphere, qualities matched by the glorious
                      BIS recording. Indeed, I’d go so far as to say 
Seascapes is
                      one of the most natural-sounding discs I’ve ever heard.
                      Moreover, Shui’s readings of 
La Mer and 
The Sea are
                      up there with the best; in short, a collection to cherish.
                  
                   
                  
                  
This
                      new Rachmaninov disc – which marks the Singapore Symphony
                      Orchestra’s 30
th anniversary – is a tougher
                      project altogether. Both works are so overexposed that
                      any newcomers need to be pretty special to challenge the
                      best, among them Ashkenazy, Jansons, Previn and Svetlanov.
                      This is especially true of the 60-minute symphony – much
                      cut until Previn’s complete EMI recording in the 1970s – which
                      needs a firm hand if it’s not to outstay its welcome.
                   
                  
Happily,
                      the E minor symphony coincides with the composer’s sojourn
                      in Dresden, where he was able to shrug off memories of
                      his disastrous 
First Symphony and get down to some
                      serious work. Just as happily, the opening motto theme
                      on cellos and string basses makes a marvellous impact here.
                      The strings are silky smooth, the brass well blended, and
                      Shui shapes this twisting, turning music very persuasively
                      indeed. Its thematic material is laid out methodically,
                      but make no mistake this isn’t just about attention to
                      detail. There’s an ebb and flow to the music-making, a
                      sense of the larger structure, which is most welcome.
                   
                  
The
                      Singaporeans are a very accomplished band indeed, capable
                      of a full and cultured sound, but there were moments in
                      the 
Largo-Allegro moderato where I longed for a
                      bit more passion – turmoil even. That said, some listeners
                      might well prefer this more self-effacing approach to that
                      of, say, Svetlanov and Jansons, even if does sell the music
                      short. The unison horns that announce the second movement
                      are a case in point; they sound splendid but perhaps they’re
                      a little too polite for this feisty scherzo. No quibbles
                      about the surge and thrust of the strings, though, which
                      are always deftly articulated.
                   
                  
The
                      Adagio contains some of Rachmaninov’s loveliest writing,
                      its inwardness well served by the Singapore band’s inherent
                      glow. The solo clarinets sound particularly lovely, the
                      music’s gentle pulse just audible below those soaring melodies.
                      The recording team certainly captures the detail and dynamics
                      of this performance, but then they are aided by the warm,
                      sympathetic acoustic of Singapore’s Esplanade Concert Hall.
                      It’s not in the same league as 
Seascapes, also recorded
                      there, but ear-catching nonetheless, especially in the
                      serene glow of the Adagio’s closing bars.
                   
                  
The more robust final
                      movement holds no surprises, either; Shui is alert to the
                      music’s broad rhythms and the brass are suitably bracing
                      throughout. It’s in this potentially overblown movement
                      that the conductor’s more controlled approach pays dividends.
                      There is a pleasing sense of scale, the percussion imparting
                      just enough tingle to the proceedings. Although the pace
                      flags at times Shui is quick to tighten the reins and drive
                      the music onwards once more. And whatever one’s other reservations
                      the climax to this symphony is weighty enough.
                   
                  
Rachmaninov
                      orchestrated
 Vocalise, the last of his 
Fourteen
                      Songs, Op. 34 which, at just under six minutes, makes
                      for a light dessert. Again, the music’s chamber-like intimacy – it
                      always reminds me of Wagner’s 
Siegfried Idyll – sits
                      well with these thoughtful and committed players. My only
                      caveat, and it’s a big one, is that the performance is
                      short on personality, a criticism that applies to the symphony
                      as well.
                   
                  
A
                      pleasant tipple then, but if you like your vodka neat you’ll
                      have to look elsewhere. For all its technical and musical
                      strengths this recording never really catches fire; that’s
                      a pity, as I so wanted to like this disc. Furthermore,
                      I was puzzled by the quality of the stereo SACD layer,
                      which sounds rather diffuse and biased towards the left
                      channel. The CD layer is fine, though, so I can only assume
                      this is a glitch on my review copy.
                  
 
                  Dan
                          Morgan