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            Felix MENDELSSOHN 
              (1809-1847)  
              Symphony No.3 in A minor, Op.56 Scottish (1842) [32:42]  
              Symphony No.5 in D, Op.107 Reformation (c.1840) [26:51]  
              A Midsummer Nights Dream, Op.21 (1829) and Op.61 (1843) - 
              I. Overture. Allegro di molto [11:43]: II. Song and Fairy Chorus 
              Ye Spotted Snake [3:46] ¹  
              Overture - The Hebrides, Op.26 (1832) [9:19]  
              Overture - Die schöne Melusine, Op.32 (1833 rev 1835) 
              [8:50]  
              String Quintet No.2 in B flat, Op.87 - III. Adagio e lento (1845) 
              [7:54]  
              Violin Concerto in E minor, Op.64 (1844) [23:39] ²  
              Symphony No.4 in A major, Op.90 Italian (1833) [25:54]  
                
              Edna Philips (soprano) ¹  
              Jascha Heifetz (violin) ²  
              NBC Symphony Orchestra/Arturo Toscanini  
              rec. 1941-54.  
                
              GUILD GHCD2358-59 [75:55 + 76:18]   
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                  Though there is nothing new for the Toscanini broadcast collector 
                  in this commemorative twofer, it does handily enshrine pretty 
                  nearly all the conductor’s extant Mendelssohn performances. 
                  Missing is the Octet performance and the 1945 broadcast of the 
                  wind version of the same work’s Scherzo - a rare outing 
                  for that work from anyone at the time.  
                     
                  Under the rubric of the 200th Anniversary of the 
                  composer’s birth this Guild offering is tightly packed, 
                  well transferred, briefly, and usually cogently annotated by 
                  Robert Matthew-Walker, who seems to claim we are hearing the 
                  1938 broadcast of the Italian symphony whereas we are 
                  actually presented with the 1954 broadcast. Maybe he was misinformed, 
                  because the track details are unambiguous on the subject.  
                     
                  As for the Scottish, this was his solitary performance 
                  of it with the NBC, with whom he performs all the broadcasts 
                  here. Malleably intense, harmonic scrutiny tends to win out 
                  over genuine lyricism and there are moments of inflated orchestral 
                  thrust. The second moment is hardly Vivace non troppo 
                  as marked, though it is characteristically exciting, whilst 
                  the slow movement is borne lightly, deftly and relatively quickly. 
                  The NBC flies by the seat of its collective pants in the finale 
                  where articulation comes under pressure. After the disappointment 
                  of the Scottish, the Reformation comes as balm 
                  though it too is not without its idiosyncrasies. The opening 
                  is finely controlled and Toscanini’s control of rubati 
                  is acute. The rhythmic bases of the music are equally well judged, 
                  though it’s certainly not a conventional approach. He 
                  is unusually expansive in the last movement, and this sense 
                  of stately pacing actually brings an increase in tension and 
                  an anticipation of the great chorale that is unleashed at the 
                  optimum moment with no little glory and solemnity. Is this Toscanini’s 
                  best single Mendelssohn performance? I tend to think so. The 
                  Midsummer Night’s Dream music is rather too taut, 
                  and is not really his kind of thing. It’s enjoyable to 
                  hear the brief Ye Spotted Snakes with soprano Edna Philips 
                  piping away.  
                     
                  Piping away is certainly not something that could ever be said 
                  of Jascha Heifetz. He and Toscanini never recorded the concerto 
                  commercially, thank God. The Vilnius wunderkind’s commercial 
                  outings in the work were pretty mediocre (Beecham, Munch) and 
                  his live meeting with Toscanini’s musical son, Cantelli, 
                  was an outright disaster. Breathless swank is the name of the 
                  game for this Toscanini meeting. He relaxes for the slow movement, 
                  it’s true, where one hears Toscanini moaning in sympathy, 
                  but Heifetz makes much of the passagework elsewhere sound like 
                  Rode. The hooded finger position intensifications only make 
                  it the more awful. Toscanini is no better. Fortunately we can 
                  listen to the Italian Symphony in a performance that 
                  doesn’t push the bounds of the music too far. There’s 
                  highly impressive control of localised detail but never at the 
                  expense of the architectural whole. Note the stalking lower 
                  strings in the slow movement and the cumulative fervour of the 
                  finale. The Hebrides is strongly argued with a good atmospheric 
                  quotient, but not at all rigid. And Die schöne Melusine, 
                  whilst quite brisk, is not overstated, its bass line remaining 
                  strongly defined. A most unusual example of inflation comes 
                  in the shape if the slow movement of the String Quintet No.2 
                  in B flat, which allows for rich cantilena.  
                     
                  This is a handy twofer, well transferred. The performances are 
                  predominantly good.  
                     
                  Jonathan Woolf   
                   
                  see also review by John 
                  Sheppard 
                   
                 
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
                 
                
               
             
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