Tippett is one of the most "modern", in the sense of "Enlightenment-modern" and humanist, of musical thinkers. Ian Kemp's biography is well worth exploring. There is an astounding integrity to the man and his music. What is the acme of this humanism in his output? Maybe the shattering "Child of our Time" - or maybe the much later Fourth Symphony, which marries the idea of a symphony as a piece which, in performance, is born and dies in the flow of time, and the timebound unfolding of life itself. The insufflation of breath at the beginning, and the literal "last gasp" at the close (wind machine) are immensely memorable, the latter - if you have worked throught the symphony in its own terms - deeply moving. "In its own terms..." because this is absolute music, or at least music as absolute as human musical logic can be, something deeper than mere analogy, something which declares that a being-born, a growth, and the coming of a time-to-die is fundamental to what we are, and therefore to our music.
Hickox and the Bournemouth Symphony in their centenary year of 1993) do immensely well by such a taxing work, so demanding in terms of the communication of musical truth through sonorities. I have an ancient tape which, though it was my first introduction to this amazing work, and the music spoke thorugh it, well illustrates the danger of flab. None of that here. The power of the score is translated into the power of the performance, and the whole is charged with the unsettling sense of a wrestling with the truth of human existence. How antipostmodern can you get?
The Corelli Fantasy is very good, though maybe not as lapel-grabbing as I have heard very occasionally. The sense of the capture and assimilation of the Corelli themes is very powerful, and the organic integration of what on paper looks sectional - which is Tippett's accomplishment - is completed by a thought-through performance.
The Handel Fantasia I didn't know before. Again the coherence of "sections" into functional "movements", and the ultimate hanging-together of the whole work, discussed in the good programme notes, depend on Tippett's art and craftsmanship, but also on the performance; Shelley joins the Bournemouth SO to deliver the work with luminescence and power, a performance in which the detail (out of which so much of the power arises) is in finely-balanced relation to the overall architectonics.
Tippett is a demanding composer, and one of his demands is active intelligent listening. But one of the ways he coerces you into doing just that is by bowling you over at moments. These performances allow him to do just that.