An online correspondent, some years ago, likened the reverence 
                  accorded in some quarters to conductor István Kertész, who died 
                  in his forties in a swimming accident, to that given John F. 
                  Kennedy - parallel cases in which, perhaps, the actual accomplishments 
                  of a truncated career have been overvalued. The argument had 
                  some merit: some of the conductor's Decca recordings -- particularly 
                  the early Dvorák symphonies - could be square and rather careful 
                  rhythmically, which didn't exactly suggest the white heat of 
                  inspiration. 
                  
                  Well, this BBC Legends collection should put those questions 
                  to rest. This 1965 performance of the Schumann - a score that 
                  didn't figure in Kertész's commercial discography - finds the 
                  conductor drawing a performance from his orchestra through a 
                  combination of fine musicianship and a palpable, contagious 
                  enthusiasm. 
                  
                  Kertész's strengths, on this showing, were not primarily those 
                  of a disciplinarian: the transition into the first movement's 
                  Allegro molto vivace takes in some oozing, generalized 
                  sonority, and tuttis in motion go with more vitality 
                  than real precision. Still, it's hard to resist the hearty swing 
                  of the main theme's dotted rhythms; the transition into the 
                  second group goes smoothly, without disrupting the basic pulse; 
                  and in the development the flute takes over the theme with real 
                  relish. The Larghetto has an expansive tenderness; Kertész 
                  surprises us in the Scherzo by sticking to the basic 
                  tempo for the second Trio, contrasting the resultant weightiness 
                  with the buoyancy of the principal theme. The conductor's care 
                  over varied articulations enlivens the finale; he maintains 
                  tension in the development at a steady tempo, and elicits a 
                  searching quality from the horns' transitional phrase at 3:30. 
                  The coda's sheer exuberance is the sort of thing that must have 
                  led the Cleveland Orchestra players to request him for their 
                  Music Director, though the orchestra's board opted for the better-established 
                  Lorin Maazel. 
                  
                  The conductor's stylistic grasp is less sure in the Brahms symphony 
                  - which, paradoxically, he did take into the studio, not in 
                  London, but als Gast in Vienna - but his natural musicality 
                  enlivens the basically conventional interpretive framework. 
                  Thus, he doesn't go to great lengths to clarify the first movement's 
                  rather full textures, but he makes sure that the right musical 
                  elements are always heard. In the Adagio non troppo the 
                  conductor seems to be marking time through the admittedly elusive 
                  first group - Brahms's various melodic fragments never quite 
                  coalesce into a full-fledged melody - but at least he keeps 
                  it moving, which is hardly the worst strategy; the more mobile 
                  second subject has an appealing lightness. The Allegretto 
                  grazioso is a pleasant and airy intermezzo. Kertész's finale 
                  chugs along nicely, giving us a jolt - the good kind - at 7:47 
                  when the syncopated second subject motif emerges audibly in 
                  the basses. Unfortunately, the triumphant finish is marred when 
                  some nincompoop in the audience begins applauding in the spaces 
                  between the final three chords! 
                  
                  The Locke seems a unlikely choice for a symphonic concert, but 
                  before the advent of "historical" performance, the 
                  instrumental repertoire was less rigidly stratified than it 
                  has since become. This account exemplifies the best qualities 
                  of contemporary orchestral playing: the lively passages are 
                  buoyant, propelled by a quasi-syncopated "push," while 
                  the broader ones have a dignified carriage. At the start of 
                  the funeral march at 6:27, the trumpet wanders sharp; otherwise, 
                  the tuning is exemplary, and the resplendent, full-bodied sonority 
                  is the sort that only a modern brass choir can supply. 
                  
                  The sound is good broadcast-quality analog, with a closer perspective 
                  and fuller sound in the 1966 performances. For what it's worth, 
                  Kertész, who regularly observed exposition repeats in his commercial 
                  recordings, omits them here; I missed those in the Schumann 
                  - particularly that in the first movement - but minded losing 
                  the long one in the Brahms less. 
                
Stephen Francis Vasta