People 
                and nature should live in harmony, musical and otherwise, is the 
                message, or ‘enjoy the animals but leave them be’. Given its intention 
                of promoting the wildlife preservationist message of conserving 
                the wolf, this project is fortunate to have had Prokofiev’s work 
                as a role model. Judging by Mikhail Gorbachev’s promise (or was 
                that a threat?) that he is sure we will meet him and his co-narrators 
                Sophia Loren and Bill Clinton again before too long, there will 
                probably be a CD of Taverner’s The Whale coupled with a 
                contemporary composer’s work (preferably Icelandic or Japanese). 
                 
              
 
              
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                narrators never met the orchestra, Loren and Clinton contributing 
                their bit four months later in Switzerland, Gorbachev six months 
                later in Moscow. Gorbachev speaks in Russian and is faded out 
                after each sentence for his words to be translated by his interpreter, 
                chief executive of the Russian National Orchestra, Sergei Markov. 
                Loren narrates Peter and the Wolf with a thick Italian 
                accent, strange inflections and wrong emphasis, all delivered 
                with a flat voice - a bit of coaching might have helped. Clinton 
                sounds as if he is before a TV camera, and about to deliver one 
                of those State of the Union speeches starting with the words ‘My 
                fellow Americans’, in short, there’s a lot of sanctimonious claptrap 
                both on the CD and in the booklet.  
              
 
              
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                double bass player in Nagano’s Lyon Opera Orchestra, Beintus’s 
                music is a film-music score, its attractive style lapsing into 
                fellow-Lyonnais Maurice Jarré at its best, sentimental 
                Richard Clayderman at its worst. Nagano’s orchestra play slickly, 
                with a smooth-as-silk sheen to the string sound. At least Prokofiev’s 
                music, unlike his wolf, survives unscathed. Strictly for the kids 
                (and no harm in that, as it is the future generation for whom 
                this message is intended), but perhaps also for werewolves. Approach 
                with caution.  
              
 
              
Christopher 
                Fifield