Vladimir Jurowski was the father of the conductor here,
Michail Jurowski. He was also the grandfather of his namesake the principal
conductor and artistic director of the LPO. That's quite a dynasty
and one that vies with the Tcherepnins, the Karabits and the Avshalomovs.
Vladimir the composer was born in a small Ukrainian town and inevitably moved
on from the best Kiev had to offer to the Moscow Conservatory. There he was
taught by Miaskovsky amongst others. His success in the world of Soviet film
music (feature and cartoon) was supplemented with a modest string of works
in other media. There are four other symphonies, a ballet
Scarlet Sails,
oratorios
Heroic Deeds of the People and
The Song of a Hero,
two string quartets, a piano concerto and the tone poems
Moscow Carnival,
Red Square and
Processions.
On the showing of the two works on this disc Jurowski's music while
intriguing breaks no moulds. It is accomplished and feels well crafted but
is not deeply stirring.
The three-movement symphony dates from the last year of Jurowski's
life. It has some Shostakovich-style moments, as at 19:00 in the first movement
where the drums are likely to remind you of Shostakovich’s Symphony
No. 7. However it lacks the salty lash of originality brought to the table
by Vainberg who also boasts some strongly Shostakovich-like touches. Here
and there we hear the influence of Pyotr Tchaikovsky, for example in the sometimes
gentle pages of the second movement where the similarly indebted soundworld
of
Rostislav
Boiko's symphonies floats into hearing. There are some craggy fanfares
in this movement as well. These recall Miaskovsky, his teacher in Moscow.
There's also a surprisingly direct touch of the central Asian exotic
USSR at 7:13 in the shape of a singing solo bassoon. The finale has anxiety
and violence in predominance with the uproar of stomping percussion-led whooping
and impudent-arrogant marches again taking us into Shostakovich territory.
The music rises to massive grandiloquence. It's a shade over-blown
but what the heck. All this comes complete with a commanding organ and romping
brass weaving confidently across the canvas. Bells and percussion hammer home
the message. The Norrköping violins sound to have a hard edge in this recording;
not ideal.
In 1956 Moscow saw a ground-breaking exhibition of Russian nineteenth century
paintings. These pictures, previously closeted away in the Russian Museum
in what was then Leningrad, were paraded in all their magnificence and variety.
Jurowski's
Russian Painters arose from that event. The composer
who had visited the exhibition created a sort of sequel to Mussorgsky's
Pictures at an Exhibition. This was written directly for orchestra
but is without linking Promenade music. What we have is a grand suite of orchestral
impressions: some are as short as 1:49; others as long as 5.32.
The subject paintings range from Isaak Iljitsch Levitan's
Above
eternal peace with lavish Rimskian cinematic writing for the strings
and a rather Russian nationalist flavour generally. The next viewing is of
Ivan Tsarevich, riding the grey wolf by Viktor Michailowitsch Wasnezow
in which peaceful reflection becomes animated and explores rhythmic energy
in a way that look backwards to Shostakovich.
Portrait of an unknown woman
by Iwan Nikolajewitsch Kramskoj is an essay in which sentimental violins are
counterpointed with plodding timpani.
The Morning of the Streltsy's
execution (Wassilij Iwanowitsch Surikow) is black-souled Mussorgskian
music, heavy with a bleak and tragic clamour. Konstantin Alexejewitsch Korowin's
A winter scene is very brief and playful, seeming to ape Mussorgsky's
"unhatched chicks" with flighty-fluffy music out of the same grab-bag
as
Love of Three Oranges.
Alenushka (Viktor Michailowitsch
Wasnezow) has the "look and feel" of music for the silver screen:
the sot of music you may imagine would accompany a 1950s Cary Grant caper
- well, the Russian equivalent. Jurowski ends with
Maslenitsa by
Boris Michailowitsch Kustodiew. In this we again appear to be in the sphere
of popular Russian cinema spectaculars with a barely containable gathering
excitement. It reminded me of music with a similar effect by Franz Waxman
for the film
Taras Bulba (
The ride to Dubno). This suite
presents the listener with pictorial and colourful writing with a light and
occasionally spectacular accent.
I should add that the CPO booklet and insert cannot make up its mind whether
it is Jurowski or Jurovski. It shows Jurovski on the cover but the more usually
encountered Jurowski elsewhere. Also at one point the Symphony is referred
to on page 11 as No. 4. Given all the other references that should have read
No. 5.
This CD introduces us to a Russian composer we have probably never heard;
still less heard of before. The music, sometimes virile sometimes vivid, overall
rates as interesting rather than irresistible. Even so I am pleased to have
heard it and hope to hear more. What about those other symphonies, the piano
concerto and the orchestral tone poems?
Rob Barnett