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          Hall in London on 23 September 1960. The two CDs are offered together 
          at a slightly lower price than that of a single "full price" 
          CD, ample compensation for the relatively short overall playing time 
          of this set. 
        
 In his booklet notes, David Lloyd-Jones claims incorrectly 
          that Shostakovichs Eighth Symphony "had not been heard at all 
          outside Russia" at the time of this recording: actually, the work had 
          already been played widely in the West, receiving its UK premiere as 
          early as 1944. However, Lloyd-Jones makes his comment merely to emphasise 
          the unfamiliarity of the symphony to the London audience, and thus the 
          consequent importance of this concert even on purely musical grounds, 
          let alone the significance of the Leningraders visit to Britain 
          during the early years of the Khrushchev era. Given the documentary 
          value of the recording, the disgraceful amount of coughing by the audience 
          is particularly regrettable, conjuring up as it does an image of people 
          who were keen to attend the orchestras concert as a novel social 
          occasion, but who had little interest in listening attentively to the 
          music itself. 
        
 20-bit digital remastering has ben used and although 
          the sound quality (stereo) is opaque in the heavily-scored passages, 
          the recording always conveys a convincing impression of a large orchestra 
          heard at a distance in a spacious concert hall environment. Mravinskys 
          1947 Melodiya recording (BMG 74321 294062) has poor sound even by the 
          standards of its time, being severely distorted at climaxes, and is 
          also transferred slightly below the correct pitch. His 1982 recording 
          was twice issued a full semitone sharp on Philips, which not only misrepresented 
          Mravinskys tempi but also falsified the tonal qualities of the 
          orchestra: despite hearing an hour-long symphony in the wrong key, no 
          reviewers noticed that anything was awry until news gradually circulated 
          about the faulty transfer, which hardly gives one confidence in their 
          critical judgement. The 1982 performance was also issued on the Icone 
          label, again at the wrong pitch, but it has been released at the correct 
          pitch elsewhere (Russian Disc RD CD 10917) and the latter is therefore 
          the only recommendable transfer. Three different dates for the performance 
          are given by the three companies who have issued it, but none of them 
          seem to be accurate, an obvious edit in the finale betraying that the 
          recording derives from more than a single performance. Although this 
          version has more brightness and clarity than the BBC issue, some artificially-close 
          balances in the 1982 engineering subtract from the realism of the sound, 
          but at least the audience here is unobtrusive. 
        
 Of the three performances, the 1947 version contains 
          the most epic traversal of the first movement, attributable mainly to 
          the tempo, which is particularly slow here, even allowing for the slightly-inaccurate 
          pitch and speed transfer. Nevertheless, the BBCs 1960 version 
          has much to offer, with a breathtaking pianissimo at 102" which 
          is not attempted in the 1982 reading and a fearless presentation of 
          the central climax which is truly shocking in its impact, as it should 
          be. Throughout the symphony, the 1960 version is the fastest of the 
          three performances, notably so in the third movement, which stuns the 
          coughers into silence, being taken here much faster than in 1947 or 
          1982, so much so that the trumpets have to simplify their part at 359" 
          (played as written in 1947), a facilitation which is justifiable here 
          but which sounds merely lazy when repeated in the slower 1982 performance. 
          The 1947 rendition makes a strong impression here too, with very fierce 
          accenting from the strings near the end, the strength of their attack 
          evident despite the sound quality. Apart from twenty seconds of unpleasant 
          orchestral balance in the finale starting at 321" (not present 
          in the 1982 version) the playing of the 1960 version is excellent, with 
          only a few trivial flaws, none of them worth detailing. The same large 
          string section seems to be employed for the Mozart symphony, yet even 
          with such a potentially-unwieldy group Mravinsky maintains control over 
          details of phrasing, articulation and dynamics, so that although the 
          playing here is a far cry from current views as to 18th-century performance 
          style, theres much to enjoy. 
        
 The inclusion of the Mozart symphony is unlikely to 
          influence your decision as to which version of the Shostakovich to buy; 
          for me, the distortion on the 1947 recording is less distracting than 
          the coughing during the 1960 performance, which seems to make even the 
          Leningraders lose their concentration in the fourth movement, played 
          rather routinely in 1960 in comparison with what was achieved in 1947. 
          The deficiencies of post-war Soviet sound technology are worth tolerating 
          for the sake of experiencing this symphony in a dauntingly-intense performance, 
          one which is of historic interest in that it dates from less than four 
          years after Mravinsky gave the world premiere in Moscow, and which provides 
          a greater emotional experience than the 1982 rendition, good though 
          that is. The 1960 version is an important and welcome release, but readers 
          will need to think twice before buying it if they find audience noises 
          as irritating as I do.