Sinding is a bigger figure than The Rustle of Spring 
          (Frühlingsrauchen), the miniature that once could be 
          found in every domestic piano stool, could ever hint. There are four 
          symphonies, the last dating from 1936. The are also three violin concertos 
          (1898, 1901, 1917), upwards of 240 songs, an opera Der Heilige Berg 
          (performed in Dessau in 1914 and in Oslo in 1931) as well as a Piano 
          Quintet (1882-84). 
        
 
        
His first two symphonies were written around the axis 
          of the turning century. The First is splendidly surging and has a fine 
          broad-leaping theme in the first movement which has something about 
          it of early Tchaikovsky (symphonies 1-3) and of Schumann and Grieg. 
          The Scandinavian character is also unmistakable. The other influence 
          is that of Stenhammar recognisable from hints of pastoral breezes and 
          bracing headlands. There is a lovely andante. Vivace’s ‘folk shivers’ 
          include an aspiring theme in which the allegro moderato is referred 
          back to. This happens again in the finale. Indeed the sense of symphonic 
          cohesion is remarkable especially if you were expecting something ramshackle 
          as befits a miniaturist with ideas above his station. The Second Symphony 
          is not quite as impressive. The accents are now strongly Wagnerian (Meistersinger) 
          mixed with hints of Schumann from the Second and Third symphonies. This 
          carries less conviction than its predecessor. The concluding Allegro 
          is fresh and charming, full of confident bustling energy. The middle 
          movement is in an easy-as-she-goes generalised romantic idiom with nothing 
          I associate with Scandinavian nationalisms. It is, from this point of 
          view, a little like Haakon Børresen's second and third symphonies 
          - blandly conventional and sometimes salon-like. Apart from some Straussian 
          horn writing and some imaginative little touches such as the whisper 
          of violins at 4.48 in the finale. Otherwise that finale might be from 
          one of those ceremonial finales with which Glazunov decked out his sixth 
          and eighth symphonies. 
        
 
        
This still leaves me wondering expectantly about the 
          other two symphonies and the violin concertos. 
        
 
        
I have not heard the competing versions of these two 
          symphonies by but this one at bargain price is admirably attractive 
          and is given vitality by Rasilainen and his Norwegian orchestra. 
        
 
        
Rob Barnett