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15 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Six down, One to go!, 6 Mar 2003
So, here is the penultimate issue in the Naxos survey of Bax symphonies.
First: a recap -
David Lloyd-Jones have been doing an excellent job in this symphonic cycle. The conductor has taken on two frequent criticsms of Bax: that his symphonies are structurally weak and that they meander - and his has thrown them back in the critics faces with propulsive and tightly held together accounts that show them to be coherent well argued works. Add to this the crystal clear sound and attention to musical detail and the series so far has been a triumphant success.
Now to the Sixth Symphony -
From the first few bars it is obvious that something is different. The sound is richer and more full bodied than on previous recordings. This may be due to a new recording venue: Glasgow Royal Concert Hall rather than the Henry Wood Hall. It may be a response to the music. The first few bars have a whiff of incense and an evocation of Arabia about them. From here on we are treated to the sound of Bax at his richest, he appears to be returning to the impressionistic sound world of his pre first world war pieces, but with an assurance and on a scale that he could not have contemplated then.
The companion pieces are well chosen. Into the Twilight is an early rich and ripe tone poem that shows both the continuity of Bax's works and how far the composer had advanced in the 26 years between it and the sixth symphony. The final piece Summer Music is a nine minute homage to Delius.
All in all a thoroughly enjoyable disc and one that will leave you impatient for the final instalment of the cycle, symphony number seven, which will, apparently, be released before the end of 2003*.
*As indeed it was, an October 2003 release.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A late and great Romantic, 19 Oct 2009
Along with Robert Simpson, Arnold Bax (1883-1953) is probably the most criminally neglected of 20th Century British composers. There was a period in the twenties and thirties when he was arguably the musical establishment's key inheritor to Elgar, before being eclipsed by Vaughan Williams. Bax is one of those late Romanticists who flourished in Britain whilst the experiments of the Modernists were dividing Europe. This is not to say that the works of such composer's were reactionary. They built with great boldness upon their inherited traditions, but without resorting to the iconoclasm of their more revolutionary-minded counterparts. In Bax's case this boldness was expressed in terms of grandeur of scope and scale, and the supreme confidence with which he marshalled the colours made available by the expanding modern orchestra.
I have grown to love his symphonies Nos.4 and 5 in their classic Chandos versions under Brydon Thomson over nearly two decades, but the recent enthusiasm for the Naxos series under David Lloyd Jones has caused me to turn my attention Bax-wards once more, starting with this revelatory No.6. This is about as immediately accessible as classical music gets. One hears so many resonances of what has since been appropriated by Hollywood. We have been all acculturated to this kind of music since childhood, but in this we are hearing the source, and we are hearing it deployed in the service of more far-reaching symphonic aims than merely episodic cinematic contexts. The first movement is a relatively brief, but hugely panoramic tour de force. Bax was very much associated with the Celtic revival that focussed around W.B.Yeats, but when he is completely unleashed one cannot help but hear the Russian steppes in his music, complete with the ebb and flow of Tartar and Cossack hordes across it. The second movement, again quite brief, is achingly romantic, with a definite nod towards Delius, but using Delian language in service to narrative forms rather than of the snap shot favoured by the master miniaturist. The third movement is the longest, being almost a symphony within a symphony, that seeks to meld the two distinct worlds portrayed in the previous movements. It is a masterly exercise in building power and grandeur, gradually but inevitably, from the smallest beginnings. It begins very slowly and delicately, more so even than the slow movement. It then meanders upward into idyllic pastures with those Celtic connotations in which he so delighted. We visit places of youthful exuberance and mischievous play, but their comes a point where we start to ask if we are ever going to arrive at a point of balance with the awesome forces that were so decisively delivered in the first movement. But then we start to ratchet up into ever higher gears until a joyous whirlwind is indeed let loose. Then a small miracle occurs. Just when one thinks one has arrived at what will obviously be a triumphal conclusion we enter into a slow unwinding that takes us down into a mysterious twilight of great beauty.
The symphony is accompanied on this disc by two of his numerous orchestral miniatures. Into the Twilight (1909) and Summer Music (1921 rev.1932). These are both pastoral idylls, warm and gentle, again reminiscent of Delius but with a will to let through currents of grandeur and scale that you wouldn't find in the more tender-hearted Delius. Comparisons with the gentler moods of Vaughan Williams also come easily. The Celtic element is discernible in both these pieces. This is particularly so in Into the Twilight in which, being earlier, the Wagnerian influence is more easily heard, and which includes passages that are strongly suggestive of a Celtic Wagner.
One can only look forward to the day when Bax is finally awarded with the renewal of recognition he deserves. It is a curious feature of British culture as to how quickly and easily it lets go of its great composers, even the ones it bothers to notice in the first place. Perhaps one day we'll get a Bax symphony on the proms and the public will get a chance to hear what they have been denied so long in concert repertoires. If so, there could be no more decisive statement of Bax's genius than this mighty symphony No.6.
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