When Mikhail Pletnev’s new full price Tchaikovsky cycle launched 
                  on PentaTone with No. 4, a hostile critic elsewhere had the 
                  chutzpah to ask, “Does Pletnev even like Tchaikovsky?” I was 
                  a little flabbergasted. I’ve been fairly brutal to a few artists 
                  (search for violinist Charlie Siem on this site, or Tzimon Barto’s 
                  Schubert), but that just sounds cruelly unfair. Why doubt the 
                  very integrity of a performer setting music before us? 
                    
                  Then I put on this Fifth. It’s not that it is sloppily phrased; 
                  the performance, up until the finale, is hardly phrased at all. 
                  Everyone sounds bored, and then the finale comes along and Pletnev 
                  begins to assert himself. It’s at that point that the players 
                  switch from bored to annoyed. 
                    
                  The brooding introduction goes perfectly fine, although there 
                  are a few fleeting moments where the clarinet and strings are 
                  out of sync. The main allegro has a quick speed which initially 
                  holds promise, but is marred by problems,. There are recurring 
                  issues with the strings and especially with the violins holding 
                  together. There’s also a truly preposterous slow-down into the 
                  second subject, in which everyone crashes to a halt at once. 
                  Pletnev adds some luftpauses for effect. 
                    
                  The andante’s opening horn solo is emotionally indifferent, 
                  which is quite an achievement. It has a watery, wobbly tone 
                  such as the Slovak radio bands once had on Marco Polo; that 
                  is to say, not an appealing one. In the movement’s first climax, 
                  the trombones and trumpets become strangely reticent (at 5:00 
                  they might as well be on holiday). The new material in the sixth 
                  and seventh minutes lacks much forward momentum and certain 
                  phrases (7:20) are slowed down so much that by the time they 
                  finish whatever energy the music had is gone. The outbursts 
                  therefore make no sense, especially because they are followed 
                  up with more deadness. Compare this with Daniele Gatti’s reading 
                  with the Royal Philharmonic, similarly slow but with an extraordinary 
                  range of pacing and great versatility of mood - not to mention 
                  one of the most breathtaking French horn solos in the business. 
                  Gatti knows how to make transitions between numerous tempi while 
                  keeping the music flowing with luscious inevitability. I don’t 
                  think Pletnev is even trying. At least the really big climax 
                  near the end sounds lovely. 
                    
                  The waltz passes without incident, but the finale might be the 
                  most egregiously bad performance yet. The opening string statement 
                  lacks any kind of sharpness. The trumpets sound timid and infected 
                  with a quasi-religious solemnity, and the main allegro begins 
                  at a drab tempo until Pletnev adds an utterly ridiculous jolt 
                  to the tempo at 4:00. More silly tempo increases take place 
                  later (5:22, 7:43). I like rubato: I just like it to feel planned 
                  rather than a mistake. Listen to what happens at 6:40: the orchestra 
                  is made to squat on a chord as if it’s got a fermata on. Then 
                  when that whim has been indulged, Pletnev has them go back to 
                  the original slow tempo from the start of the allegro, not the 
                  much faster variant from just a few notes before. The symphony’s 
                  final chords are laughable. I preferred the movements where 
                  the orchestra sounded conductorless. 
                    
                  Listen, the bottom line is this: there are a lot of amazing 
                  recordings of this symphony. Even setting a cut-off date of 
                  2005, we have Jansons live in Bavaria, Gatti’s thrilling RPO 
                  reading, Antonio Pappano’s noble account on EMI, Andris Nelsons 
                  in Birmingham, the lavish Philadelphia/Eschenbach SACD, and 
                  youth orchestras helmed by Daniel Barenboim and Gustavo Dudamel, 
                  plus reissues of the classic recordings by Karajan, Szell, Mravinsky, 
                  Abbado, Bernstein, Jansons/Oslo, Svetlanov, Markevitch, and 
                  Ormandy. DG even reissued Mikhail Pletnev’s first Tchaikovsky 
                  cycle, and since 2005 there have been, amazingly, no fewer than 
                  three separate reappearances of the Muti recording. I 
                  personally own the Szell, Antoni Wit, Pappano, Gatti, Mravinsky/DG, 
                  Mravinsky live (Brilliant), Ormandy, Muti, Paul Kletzki, Solti, 
                  Jansons/Oslo, and Lovro von Matacic recordings and would take 
                  them all over this. 
                    
                  There is a coupling of Francesca da Rimini, and the sound 
                  quality is good unless it is responsible for the odd balances 
                  between orchestral sections, but, frankly, whatever. I still 
                  think it may be rude to ask whether Mikhail Pletnev likes Tchaikovsky. 
                  But did we really need this recording? And do you really want 
                  to hear it? 
                    
                  Brian Reinhart