I have been up and down this mountain countless times, with countless recordings, and never have I heard such color and magic as in this one. Recorded live on a Palm Sunday, audience noise is nearly inaudible and the playing is thrilling and deeply engrossing. Somehow, the orchestral colors come out so vividly in this recording, due to the glorious engineering and to Sinopoli's ferocious detail, that what you see in your mind are colors - when the first ray of sunlight "pings" over the mountains at dawn, you see it in your mind. Blues and greens undulate as you wander by the brook, the waterfall is dazzling crystals caught in the sun, the flowery fields splash wildflower colors, the sheep and cattle can clearly be seen in the distant valley. And the sunset! It begins in one spot on the horizon, then pushes aside the dark storm clouds and blazes across the mind like a volcano.
I've hiked this mountain many, many times, with many, many conductors, but this is the one recording, with a mirthful Mount Crumpet on the front cover, that surrounds me with the music of Nature. It never bores and it always thrills.