Ah, the paradox of Robert Russell Bennett: he made great art, but not the great art he wanted to make. He wrote "nearly 200 original works -- symphonies, operas, chamber music, choral and vocal music, and more than two dozen pieces for wind band," practically all groaning under a heavy accumulation of dust in libraries and archives. Meantime he orchestrated over 300 musicals, and while many of them languish forgotten or lost some do not, certainly not "Show Boat"; Bennett's majestic Overture set the tone for a masterpiece and the standard for Broadway overtures until Leonard Bernstein's "Candide" came along. His outstanding arrangements brim with inspiration and taste. So Bennett did all this "hack work" (he thought), but we're lucky he did -- and so is he, otherwise he might not merit a paragraph in "Grove's."
Bennett (George J. Ferencz' booklet notes tell us) wrote these two works in 1929 for a contest sponsored by Victor Talking Machine, and they both won cash awards and first-recording rights, which tellingly neither Victor nor its successor RCA ever exercised. The Lincoln work appears not to have been publicly performed since two outings with Stokowski and the Philadelphia in late 1931 (we must infer this as Naxos got the score and parts out of the city's Free Library). Perhaps it's unfair to contrast it to the Lincoln Portrait of 1942, but one must: if Copland too easily resorts to bombast and folk tunes, there is no denying it a stirring tribute to a great man. Without the program you can't tell what the Likeness is about. Bennett brings in trombones and faux minstrel music to indicate Lincoln's humor, and a brassy screech and glissando to indicate John Wilkes Booth, but it doesn't have the guts to be memorable; it's a well-crafted, highly-polished, eminently respectable piece of concert stuffing.
The Sights and Sounds, not performed until 1938 at a WPA-financed affair in Illinois, is somewhat more successful, as it isn't weighted down with the Likeness's significance. The movement titles ("Union Station," "Highbrows," "Lowbrows") suggest an urban symphony and fun, perhaps some backhanded quoting from his Broadway work; alas, Bennett takes himself quite seriously. He does produce a jolt of electricity in "Electric Signs", and "Fox Trot" produces a jolt of its own with its vague resemblance to "Independent" from Jule Styne's "Bells are Ringing" (another of Bennett's arranging "hack works"), and in good period manner he summons wa-wa mutes for "verisimilitude" (and the strange device of numbering the movements with a xylophone counting out the numbers). "Adagio religioso" may seem an odd tempo marking for a movement called "Skyscraper," but you can almost see the Chrysler Building's spire emerge from within its shell as it neared completion. Unfortunately, four years earlier Gershwin had the same intentions with his Concerto in F and produced a masterpiece of Art Deco music that made this one quite expendable. If these works are typical Bennett's ambitions soared well above his talent. Without a gift for melody he can only approximate music; he needed the guiding hand of inferiors like Kern and Rodgers to create real beauty.
Despite these slighting comments I give this album five stars to recognize Bennett's noble aspirations, and as these are quite fascinating works whatever their faults, and also as William Stromberg boldly leads the Moscow Symphony in these well-engineered recordings.