Qobuz offered the first five tracks of this album 
          free when they launched their Spanish site in January 2015. The paid-for 
          ‘Deluxe Extended Version’ – a touch of hyperbole there 
          – includes the 
Prelude from 
Tristan. Interestingly 
          this is not a Deutsche Grammophon release, as Gustavo Dudamel’s 
          other recordings have been, but is produced by him and Fidelio Arts. 
          At the time of writing – early January – Amazon had listed 
          the mp3 version for pre-order; there’s no sign of a CD at this 
          stage, but then the recent launch of the Naxos HD streaming/download 
          service suggests the recorded music industry could be in for a radical 
          realignment this year. Physical discs may not be part of that brave 
          new world, but I suspect this Wagner concert might appear on video at 
          some point.
          
          Ever since I first heard the Simón Bolívar Youth Orchestra at the 2007 
          BBC Proms I've been one of their most loyal followers. That intoxicating 
          programme was subsequently reprised in 
Fiesta!, 
          which was one of my 
Recordings of the Year for 2008. Their 
          later 
Stravinsky/Revueltas 
          disc was pretty impressive too. They’ve grown up since then, and 
          have jettisoned the Youth part of their title. As for Gustavo ‘The 
          Dude’ Dudamel he’s also grown in stature, and is my tip 
          to succeed Simon Rattle as principal conductor of the Berliner Philharmoniker 
          in 2018.
          
          Dudamel hasn't been terribly consistent of late, but I was still delighted 
          at the prospect of hearing him conduct the Bolívars in this all-Wagner 
          programme. One only has to see these Venezuelans in action to realise 
          what a remarkable team they make; indeed, their Mahler 
Resurrection 
          at the 2011 Proms remains one of the most overwhelming performances 
          of the piece that I’ve ever experienced, and their Caracas 
Mahler 
          8 – which includes the LA Philharmonic – is a splendid 
          achievement too. Dudamel’s audio-only Mahler has been far less 
          successful – his 
Seventh must be one of the most perplexing, 
          ill-conceived accounts of the work on record – but in spite of 
          that I still believe the best is yet to come.
          
          I’m a sucker for these Wagner excerpts, and have long cherished 
          the George Szell/Cleveland set from the 1960s (CBS/Sony) and Klaus Tennstedt’s 
          two compilations (EMI/Warner and the LPO label). I also have very fond 
          memories of an Antal Doráti cassette, which was probably my introduction 
          to this music. Szell and Tennstedt have first-rate orchestras at their 
          fingertips, yet there are times – with Szell especially – 
          when the performances are a little too streamlined for my tastes; that 
          said, the latter set sounds remarkably good for its age. Regrettably 
          the EMI/Warner recordings for Tennstedt and the Berliners are close 
          and tinder dry, so Wagner’s climactic moments don’t always 
          come across too well.
          
          Dudamel and the SBO's Wagner, recorded live in Caracas in 2014, laid 
          the groundwork for their European tour, which kicked off with sell-out 
          concerts at London's Festival Hall in January. The download plays for 
          just over an hour; Qobuz are charging around Ł8 for these 24/48 files, 
          which strikes me as very good value. But what of the performances? Well, 
          this rendition of the 
Ride of the Valkyries is a knockout; 
          indeed, the vital, vaunting Bolívars bring much-needed gallop and go 
          to those weary old war horses. I was particularly impressed by the full-bodied 
          yet airy sound, which handles detail and weight with authority and aplomb. 
          
          
          Drama is what Dudamel does best, as that live Mahler 2 and 8 so amply 
          demonstrate, and that augurs well for this collection. If anything 
The 
          Entry of the Gods into Valhalla is even more thrilling; 
          sonorous brass, haloed percussion and a wonderful sense of nobility 
          makes this a truly memorable performance. Weight, scale, thrust – 
          not to mention a fine instrumental blend and very secure intonation 
          – it’s all there. As for the recording it’s one of 
          the most satisfying I’ve heard in a while; it sounds natural, 
          well balanced and civilised at the frequency extremes, which is not 
          a given with The Dude’s DG recordings. The closing pages will 
          take your breath away, such is the orchestra's formidable amplitude 
          and attack.
          
          Still reeling from that – I listened to it several times in quick 
          succession – I was grateful for the arboreal calm of 
Forest 
          Murmurs. This too is a gorgeous performance, full of nuance and 
          alluring detail; at times it speaks more of the lushness beneath the 
          jungle canopy than of the gentle susurrations of European woodland, 
          yet the generosity and sheer loveliness of the playing is what really 
          counts. The strings have just the right sense of wonder, and the woodwinds 
          are all-aquiver with joyful anticipation. In short, this is a full-throated 
          reading of a piece that can so easily seem a little bland.
          
          
Siegfried’s Rhine Journey and 
Funeral Music 
          find the Bolívars at their majestic, dark-toned best. Dudamel paces 
          the music well and coaxes ravishing sounds from the brass and woodwinds 
          along the way. What always strikes me so forcibly when I hear these 
          players is the commingling of youthful vigour and high seriousness; 
          the Bolívars play as if it really 
matters, and in an age awash 
          with ennui that’s a very precious talent. Dudamel builds climaxes 
          with an intuitive skill and a sense of style that I haven’t heard 
          from him in ages. And while the Bolívars can play very loud they’re 
          suitably subdued in the slow-wending 
Funeral Music. The taut, 
          atmospheric timps deserve special mention here.
          
          The deep, wide soundstage is a blessing, for it helps to conjure a powerful 
          image of the substantial forces ranged before us; the ear is easily 
          drawn to the harmonic epiphanies that rise up from the mix as if from 
          beneath Bayreuth’s hallowed stage. The SBO aren’t the Berlin 
          Phil or the LPO, but there’s no doubt these 
Ring excerpts 
          have been very well prepared and executed. I can’t say the same 
          about the 
Prelude from 
Tristan; if the first five 
          tracks are polished and passionate the sixth is rough and wayward. The 
          pre-release booklet doesn’t even list this item, whose unexpected 
          crudities blight an otherwise enjoyable programme. There’s plenty 
          of body here, but very little soul or sense of what the music is actually 
          about. The audience is inaudible and there’s no applause.
          
          I don’t want to end on an equivocal note, for the SBO's 
Ring 
          excerpts are well worth hearing. I suggest you just download those, 
          then crank up the volume, sit back and be thrilled to bits. There’s 
          a rather scrappy, garish booklet, but then this is just the first of 
          Dudamel's own productions; perhaps future efforts will be more informative 
          and appealing.
          
          The Bolívars are superb in the 
Ring excerpts; their 
Tristan 
          is still a work in progress.
          
          
Dan Morgan
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