, Op. 20 [18:31]
    
, Op. 24 [26:18]
    
, Op. 28 [14:35]
    rec. 8-10 June 2012, Heinz Hall, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
    
 My colleague 
Michael 
      Cookson liked this album well enough in January, but wasn’t too 
      crazy about it. Since it will be my 2014 
Recording of the Year, 
      I think I ought to explain myself. The short version is: I 
am crazy 
      about it.
      
      Why? Let me count the ways. There’s the ravishing, almost supernaturally 
      good recorded sound. Only 
BIS 
      produces orchestral albums that so successfully combine fine-tuned detail 
      of every instrument with an exciting portrait of the ensemble as a whole. 
      The engineers worked on achieving the right balance by holding listening 
      sessions with not just conductor Manfred Honeck but members of the orchestra, 
      too.
      
      Speaking of orchestras, the Pittsburgh Symphony is currently, under Honeck’s 
      baton, one of the best in the world. If you doubt this, buy this CD—and 
      their thrilling, unique Tchaikovsky Fifth, and their subtle Dvorak Eighth, 
      and their monumental Mahler Third, and their Mahler First, which whether 
      you like it or not is unlike any other ever recorded. The PSO is a collection 
      of virtuosic performers so in tune with each other that you get the double 
      pleasure of hearing their world-class work, and hearing the joy with which 
      they do it.
      
      That’s especially true of their French horn section. When the horns 
      cut loose in 
Don Juan, halfway through and near the end, it feels 
      like you’ve been strapped to a rocket and blasted into the stratosphere. 
      The horns add a deep golden burnish to 
Death and Transfiguration, 
      in which it sounds like there are about twenty of them. There are only six, 
      and they deserve to be named: William Caballero, Stephen Kostyniak, Zachary 
      Smith, Robert Lauver, Ronald Schneider, and Joseph Rounds.
      
      Honeck, meanwhile, has taken an orchestra which already had a stellar tradition, 
      and added an old-school Viennese feel. Mahler critics have commented on 
      the hyper-Viennese ländler and violin tone, and the same qualities of warmth, 
      super-romantic phrasing, and pillowy softness (when needed) are evident 
      here. You would be hard-pressed to find anything marking these recordings 
      as “American” or in any other way foreign to Strauss’s 
      language.
      
      American orchestras are responsible for many of the great Strauss recordings. 
      George Szell’s Cleveland recordings, Fritz Reiner’s Chicago 
      albums, Christoph Dohnányi, Herbert Blomstedt, and now Manfred Honeck. High 
      praise, I know, but fully merited by the stirring, super-committed, super-romantic 
      playing in every minute, backed up by French horns that sound like they 
      came from a Greek creation myth.
      
      There are a couple more things you should know. Manfred Honeck takes some 
      inspired liberties with the scores, which he explains in an essay note. 
      At the end of 
Don Juan, the strings play 
sul ponticello 
      (on the bridge of the instrument) to make Don Juan’s death even creepier 
      and more graphic. At 12:15 in 
Till Eulenspiegel, Honeck moves the 
      D-clarinet’s weird “distorted” note up an octave, so that 
      it screeches in agony over the entire orchestra while the prankster is sentenced 
      to death. Listen to the careful way Honeck and his players honour accents 
      and complex rhythms in the fastest passages of this piece, by the way.
      
      Finally, a warning: you might need new sound equipment. I was so knocked 
      over by this CD that I bought copies for most of my family, and that’s 
      how we found out my parents’ Bose sound system is terrible. Crank 
      up the volume high, too. Indulgent, spectacular, dazzling, flawlessly played 
      excuses to blow out your eardrums don’t come around often. Unless 
      the Pittsburgh Symphony’s partnership with Reference Recordings means 
      they 
will come around often. I hope they record a hundred more 
      albums like this.
      
      
Brian Reinhart
      
      Previous review: 
Michael 
      Cookson
      
      Masterwork Index: 
  
      Don Juan ~~ 
  
      Till Eulenspiegel’s Merry Pranks ~~ 
  
      Tod und Verklarung