This set of recordings, although relatively old now, was new to me - and it was quite an eye opener. It's certainly the music world's loss that this body of work was allowed to languish in obscurity for most of the last century and it's my own personal loss that I waited so long to explore Parry's symphonic legacy after the modest revival of his works began.
There is a real seriousness of utterance in Parry's symphonic writing: his works stand firmly in the German/Austrian orbit and speak a language essentially derived from Schumann and from Brahms - in terms of both form and content. In his own day Parry received some criticism for being 'too German' and that accusation - and the assumption that music ought to reflect a national character - has remained in the air since. I'm not sure why. After all, there was a musical lingua franca across Europe in the Classical era and something similar returned in the twentieth century - using nationalist elements as a yardstick to measure intrinsic musical quality is a hang-up from Romanticism that we should have moved on from by now, I feel. I also think we should also be circumspect about applying the epithet 'Victorian' to the music of this period without careful qualification of what we mean - after all, the adjective encompasses 60 plus years, which in musical terms covers the Early, High and Late Romantic periods. Certainly Victorian Studies have shown that the British nineteenth century world was far richer in its social and cultural diversity - not to mention far less sure of itself - than popular conceptions once held it to have been; and, as one earlier reviewer has already pointed out, Parry the atheist and free-thinker was a long way from the jingoistic and self-important Empire builder of cultural stereotyping.
In light of that, I think to ascribe his musical self-confidence purely - or even mostly - to some sort of late-Victorian zeitgeist is to do the composer a disservice. It is not the self-satisfaction of Empire that accounts for Parry's innate grasp of symphonic form or the assurance of his orchestration - something displayed even in his first symphony, which opens with a movement of well-judged and surging forward momentum reminiscent of Schumann. Stanford's symphonies were written during the same period and, attractive though they are, they don't share the same ease in handling sonata form structures. Nor is there anything among Stanford's symphonic oeuvre to stand beside the depth of the serious toned and eloquent fourth symphony in E minor by Parry - to my mind, this is one of the finest, if not the best even, British symphony prior to the arrival of Elgar's two masterpieces.
Another popular myth in musical histories is that the symphonies of Parry are somehow worthy-but-dull and purely academic exercises. This excellent set gives the lie to that clichéd proposition as well - even the most po-faced musicologist, I fancy, given the opportunity to hear a performance of a work like the second symphony (`The Cambridge') would find it hard to resist sitting back and being carried along by the Romantic ardour of its opening movement or andante; and they would have to be a stern critic indeed not to respond to the wit and verve that characterise the same symphony's animated scherzo.
There is a more modern cycle of these works on Naxos with the Royal Scottish National Orchestra under Andrew Penny; I haven't heard those recordings, though they appear to have received consistently good reviews on Amazon. Certainly, the performances recorded here by Mathias Bamert and the London Philharmonic leave nothing to be desired from the point of view of interpretation or sound quality; the repackaging at mid-price by Chandos makes them as viable an alternative as the Naxos issues price-wise too. Both cycles include the `Symphonic Variations in E minor', about which some writers have posited the suggestion that it may have been the original finale to the fourth symphony in E minor; it forms, therefore, an apt and valuable pendant to the symphonies themselves.
I can give this set of CDs nothing less than a very warm recommendation; as for the symphonies themselves, whether you end up purchasing either this issue or the individual discs from Naxos, you can be assured of an eloquent, often impassioned, and never less than satisfying musical journey that proves the injustice of Britain's label as "the land without music".