This is an excellent example of a first-rate 
                composer being put on the musical map by a record company. Once 
                again the medium of the record comes to our rescue, and we are 
                able to sample the delights of an Icelandic composer who would 
                surely never feature in a mainstream concert programme, however 
                unfair that may seem. 
              
 
              
And once you sample this disc, it really will 
                seem unfair that the public is denied such music. There is a real 
                stamp of originality here. Leifs left behind the central Europe 
                of the Nazis and sought his inspiration from the folklore and 
                natural beauty of his native country. The results are often of 
                their time – a reliance on rhythm, flirtation with atonality, 
                huge orchestral tuttis that are alarmingly loud – but there is 
                an unmistakable individuality lurking underneath. The opening 
                item is as good an example as any. Geysir is described 
                in the booklet as ‘a stupendous tonal picture’ and is as evocative 
                of man’s helplessness in the face of nature as anything in Sibelius. 
                Percussion are well to the fore here, and the volcanic rumblings 
                of the massive orchestral forces are impressive. 
              
 
              
Most of the other works here are imbued with 
                a folk-ish modality, and though the harmonic language never strays 
                too far from home, Leifs uses his resources with flair and ingenuity. 
                I particularly like the Icelandic Folk Dances, where 
                simplicity never descends into bathos, and the spirit of Mahler’s 
                wunderhorn is never far away. It became Leifs’ most performed 
                work, understandable but unfortunate for the rest of his output. 
                The disc finishes as powerfully as it starts, but for very different 
                reasons. The Consolation for strings was written 
                as Leifs lay in a Reykjavik hospital dying of lung cancer. Like 
                many composers before and since, staring death in the face produced 
                profound results, and this 6-minute meditation is as poignant 
                as anything I know. As with the rest of the disc, it gets a well-nigh 
                perfect reading from Vänskä and his orchestra, with 
                supple string playing, depth of tone and pacing that is concentrated 
                but allows the music to breathe. 
              
 
              
As usual with BIS, the recording is stunningly 
                wide-ranging and full-bodied, with detail and weight in equal 
                measure. Their disc of Leifs’ Saga Symphony has become 
                something of a cult classic, and this valuable 30th 
                anniversary reissue deserves the same success. 
              
see also review 
                by Rob Barnett
              
              
 
              
Tony Haywood