The booklet illustration is by Martin Czinner Gottschalck, a 
                  horn player in the South Jutland Symphony Orchestra. It’s 
                  not titled for us, but it’s clearly a Yorick moment with 
                  the skull firmly held in the centre of the painting, tan coloured 
                  and surrounded by ghostly white. The suspicion of a crown and 
                  spectral face - Hamlet’s father, I assume - wafts to the 
                  top left of the eerie patina. Hamlet, meanwhile, stands in semi-profile, 
                  columnar, to the extreme left hand side of the painting, also 
                  drenched in enveloping white. It’s not looking good. 
                    
                  The premise of this disc is certainly stimulating; a close focus 
                  on musical depictions of Hamlet. The most obvious is that of 
                  Tchaikovsky but it’s a function of well-programmed discs 
                  such as this-however gloomy the music - that novelties emerge. 
                  First, though, there’s a non-specific start in the shape 
                  of Friedrich Kuhlau’s Overture to William Shakespeare 
                  Op. 74, written in 1824. Kuhlau is beginning to emerge from 
                  a period of slumber critically speaking, and this overture reflects 
                  once again how dramatic were his instincts, how sure his sense 
                  of pacing, and how lively his orchestration. This strong and 
                  engaging piece suffers from only one real fault, and that is 
                  a far too early breaking out into an academic sounding fugal 
                  passage, but even this is relieved by the almost immediately 
                  appearing jaunty writing that develops a Beethovenian compound 
                  energy. Kuhlau, writing about the playwright in toto, obviously 
                  has the chance to inflect comedy with tragedy. The other composers 
                  invariably have to plough the darker furrow. 
                    
                  Tchaikovsky’s Hamlet is well played. The orchestra 
                  is not opulent in sound, but its taut concentration is not in 
                  doubt, and the recording engineers catch the gong with real 
                  verisimilitude. Liszt’s symphonic poem is balefully interior, 
                  suffused with urgent, military brass calls, fascinating textures 
                  and a dolce ed espressivo section of real worth. A generation 
                  younger, Joseph Joachim broods like the older Liszt with whose 
                  aesthetic he appears strongly aligned. His overture is powerfully 
                  energised, dramatic and musically apt. What it lacks in genuine 
                  thematic distinction, it makes up for in atmosphere and mood 
                  painting. 
                    
                  Edward MacDowell’s Hamlet and Ophelia, a 
                  double portrait of two symphonic poems, broods in characteristic 
                  fashion, though he manages to infuse Ophelian tenderness into 
                  the Hamlet part of the symphonic diptych so that a degree of 
                  balance is maintained. This means that his portrait of the Dane 
                  is less introspective than those by the other composers; and 
                  the Ophelia poem is warmly textured, though not impervious to 
                  Hamlet’s tempestuous interventions. 
                    
                  Though rather on the glowering side, temperamentally, and thus 
                  perfectly suited as symphonic poems or overtures, this unusual 
                  selection has been well put together. It’s worth a listen. 
                  
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf
                see also review by John 
                  Sheppard