Kodály’s music is owned by Hungarian conductors. They feel it 
                  deeper, and convey its spirit better. Ádám Fischer is the elder 
                  brother of Ivan Fischer and is probably mostly known for his 
                  association with the Austro-Hungarian Haydn orchestra. His recording 
                  of Kodály’s three most popular works for orchestra is worthy, 
                  but has a few drawbacks that prevent it from being put on the 
                  shelf with the best available choices. It seems that the root 
                  of all the problems is the distant, reverberant acoustics. The 
                  performance is also slower than usual, but this could be a deliberate 
                  adjustment made by the conductor in order to better deal with 
                  the acoustic situation. 
                    
                  The orchestral suite from Háry János is a treasure chest. 
                  The brooding Prelude starts with the famous “musical 
                  sneeze” – according to a Hungarian tradition, the sneeze proves 
                  that the following story is true! Viennese Musical Clock 
                  is light and crisp. Song is slow and atmospheric, with 
                  oriental shadows. It starts cool and gradually warms and collects 
                  colors, including the cimbalom. Battle and Defeat of Napoleon 
                  is a vivid scene ruled by brass and percussion; saxophone creates 
                  novel sonorities. Intermezzo is my favorite. It is in 
                  ABA form and has a genuine folk character, with plenty of cimbalom 
                  for everyone. This is open, proud and noble music from the world 
                  of Liszt’s Rhapsodies and Brahms’ Dances. The 
                  middle part is relaxed and transparent. Finally, Entrance 
                  of the Emperor is a bouncy, slightly comical march with 
                  a lot of oompah, little bells, trumpets, drums and piccolos. 
                  The march grows, covered in brass, becomes more opulent and 
                  triumphant, and all ends in grand jubilation. 
                    
                  My favorite recording of this work is by Istvan Kertesz and 
                  LSO on Decca/Belart. Despite the slight tape hiss, this is the 
                  most direct and vivid 3D. The music just leaps at you! His Prelude 
                  is deep and grand, and his musical sneeze is contagious. His 
                  Song has more contrasts, and the middle episode is dance-like. 
                  Kertesz rushes into the battle with Napoleon and his army, which 
                  is portrayed as a huge, heavy-footed monster. His Intermezzo 
                  is full of strength. The tutti are very tutti, 
                  and probably too much tutti. The cimbalom is very forwardly 
                  placed: on one hand you hear it well; on the other hand it is 
                  detached from the orchestra. He emphasizes the comical side 
                  of the Emperor’s march, but towards the end gives us an accelerating 
                  storm. In brief, this is the most electrifying reading. 
                    
                  I also listened to two Antal Doráti recordings. The one with 
                  the Minneapolis Orchestra does not come alive, because of the 
                  very even, steady beat. The music becomes square and mechanical, 
                  as if conducted by a metronome – this is especially noticeable 
                  in the Intermezzo. On the other hand, his Battle 
                  and Emperor parts have impressive power. Dorati’s recording 
                  with Philharmonia Hungarica has poorer acoustics and is characterized 
                  by huge dynamic leaps between loud and quiet. In the Battle 
                  the pauses are big, so everything falls apart. The saxophone 
                  is not very interesting, but the trumpets are excellent, and 
                  the culmination is like a volcano erupting. Overall, this recording 
                  sounds good but ordinary, without the fire brought by Kertesz. 
                  
                    
                  Fischer’s recording has many pros and contras. His “sneeze” 
                  does not have the same vividness as Kertesz’s, but his slower 
                  approach brings good fruit in the Prelude, leading you 
                  into the magical fairytale, like Tchaikovsky’s growing Christmas 
                  tree. In the Song, the opening cello is rather expressionless; 
                  but again the relaxed middle episode uncovers new sides. In 
                  the Battle scene, he has an exceptional saxophone, and 
                  a greater feeling of depth, of multi-layered sonority. The approach 
                  of the French army is very graphic. He brings excellent rhythmic 
                  spontaneity to Intermezzo, and his syncopation is very 
                  alive; but the distant recording reduces the effect. The cimbalom 
                  blends with the orchestra – usually it is very separate. Entrance 
                  of the Emperor seems too fussy. When the march is growing, 
                  the sound becomes blurred. The acceleration is well done, but 
                  the orchestra sounds thinnish. 
                    
                  Kodály lived in Galánta for seven years, and there he listened 
                  to the famous local band. Dances of Galánta is like a 
                  musical memoir from these days, a whirling sequence of 17th 
                  century Hungarian dances, going faster and faster. The first 
                  one is slow and stately. The second is reminiscent of the Hungarian 
                  Dances by Brahms. The third is slender and frolicsome, framed 
                  by the returns of the slow opening motif. We start building 
                  the steam with the fourth dance, alive and heavily syncopated. 
                  Suddenly the momentum is suspended for a nonchalant, slightly 
                  tipsy episode – but then the rolling resumes, and everything 
                  bursts loose in the fifth dance, the fastest. This is the apotheosis 
                  of movement and joy, and in all music only the end of Enescu’s 
                  Romanian Rhapsody No.1 can compete with the impact of 
                  this uninhibited swirl. We slow down for one last reflection 
                  before rushing into the abandon of the swirling dance! 
                    
                  Fischer’s approach to this score is very symphonic. He keeps 
                  the energy for the ending, and starts slowly and cautiously. 
                  As a result, the contrast between the dances is more pronounced, 
                  and the ending becomes even more effective. His third dance 
                  is more dainty than playful. The fourth has a feeling of inevitability. 
                  It’s impossible to stay calm and indifferent. The last dance 
                  will make your heart beat faster – this is absolute happiness. 
                  If only the recording was closer and better! I swear I hear 
                  real reverberating echoes – especially in the closing chords. 
                  
                    
                  The last work is a set of orchestral variations on an old Hungarian 
                  song The Peacock. The spirit of the ancient times is 
                  created by the heavy use of the pentatonic scale, as well as 
                  the rich, brocade orchestration. There is no overarching idea: 
                  these are variations for variations sake. The work is large 
                  – about half an hour. It is a long journey, you see wonders 
                  on every step, but as any long journey it can become tiring. 
                  Even Kertesz loses my attention somewhere mid-way. But Fischer 
                  conveys a sense of purpose that, even with his unrushed tempos, 
                  propels this leviathan forward. Fischer paints on a grand scale. 
                  The string climaxes are massive. The rhythmically rich, active 
                  parts receive exuberant treatment like new Polovtsian Dances. 
                  The slow episodes are grandiose yet thoughtful. In the middle 
                  of the road we enter the ethereal realm where the time stands 
                  still. The dirge is haunting, and the flute solo is sublime. 
                  The last part is again full of movement, the music is iridescent 
                  and festive. This is an excellent reading, highlighting all 
                  the wonders of the score – although I feel that it lacks some 
                  enthusiasm. Again, all is let down by the diffuse recording 
                  quality. 
                    
                  Summarizing, these are good performances, a bit on the slow 
                  side, but not the best available, chiefly because of the acoustic 
                  decisions. 
                    
                  Oleg Ledeniov