It’s been a pleasant 
                  hour and a quarter getting to know Samuel Arnold, whom history 
                  has otherwise cast into near oblivion. There are other reviews 
                  on site of this invigorating disc and they delve into Arnold’s 
                  biography in some detail so I shan’t replicate the shilling 
                  facts here.
                Arnold was a generation younger than William 
                  Boyce and John Stanley, almost exact contemporaries, whose Handelian 
                  affiliations were more pronounced than in the younger man’s 
                  music. And whilst it can’t really be argued that there is anything 
                  in Arnold’s music so arresting as the symphonies of Boyce or 
                  the organ concertos of Stanley – both were after all composers 
                  of the first order – Arnold does display some gallant gestures 
                  in his Overtures and these are greatly enjoyable. 
                His ear was certainly 
                  attuned to the developments on the Continent and to the music 
                  of J.C. Bach in particular. His muse is buoyant but concise, 
                  nicely scaled for outdoor performance in Marylebone Gardens. 
                  There are some Mozartian hints in the central movement of the 
                  first overture – I scribbled down Symphony No. 29 but looking 
                  up the respective dates I see that that followed three years 
                  after the publication of Arnold’s set. Still, there is certainly 
                  a generalized awareness of his music that makes itself evident 
                  from time to time and that represents its most contemporaneous 
                  cast. Elsewhere it’s a question of elegance and a certain taciturnity 
                  of expression in the slow movements, a decorous suavity. In 
                  the slow movement of the F major for instance he makes do with 
                  strings alone. 
                One can certainly 
                  feel the whoosh of the Mannheim Crescendo in the opening Allegro 
                  of the D major [Op.8 No.4] and in passing also note admiration 
                  for the performers’ well-sprung diminuendi on the repeated phrase 
                  of the slow movement of the first D major overture in the set 
                  - there are three in that key. Care over dynamics is an attractive 
                  feature of the performance by the modern instrument Toronto 
                  Chamber Orchestra, though as the notes relate they are versed 
                  in historical practice performance even if they don’t don the 
                  mantle instrumentally themselves. 
                The incidental music 
                  to Macbeth taps a vein of Scottishry that pleases whilst never 
                  quite impressing. Handel stalks the March with its vigorous 
                  percussion and there’s a Scotch Snap in the Music before 
                  the Play – Birks of Invermay. There’s eventful wind writing 
                  and rhythmic pointing throughout – specifically pipe imitation 
                  - should you be a fan - in The Braes of Ballenden. The 
                  warmth of the writing here and elsewhere makes one wonder as 
                  to what kind of bowdlerised production was being performed.  
                  For the overture to the opera Polly Arnold stitched thirteen 
                  tunes together, balanced with musical appositeness and care, 
                  to create a charming pot-pourri of the pleasures to come.
                Mallon is more incisive 
                  with his Toronto forces than he was in the last of his discs 
                  I caught, his Boyce Symphonies, where the recording venue may 
                  have contributed to a certain reticence. Here there is plenty 
                  of thrust and counter-thrust with a recording to match. Clearly 
                  these are no epoch thundering masterpieces but their reclamation 
                  from the shelves is to be admired, and Arnold’s place in the 
                  scheme of things in English music-making of the time is thereby 
                  made more secure. Excellent notes.
                Jonathan Woolf 
                  
                
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