The Bournemouth Orchestra have long had a special place 
          in my affections. In the early 1970s, while studying at Bristol they 
          were the orchestra I heard month after month at the Colston Hall. These 
          were the Berglund years, as ripely vintage as the Järvi years in 
          Glasgow in the early 1990s with the (then) SNO. I also heard people 
          like Reinhard Peters and Volker Wangenheim - the former in Schumann; 
          the latter in Bruckner. Before that I heard the orchestra in Torquay 
          and Exeter in Brahms, Sibelius (5) and Tchaikovsky. This was long before 
          Andrew Litton appeared on the scene. 
        
 
        
In the First Symphony this version projects 
          a taut singing tension (5.02 in I) which lacks the vividness by comparison 
          with Handley's EMI Classics recording from the 1990s with the same orchestra. 
          Make no mistake this is a performance with vibrant strengths and it 
          is piloted by Litton as if driven by vengeful furies. On this basis 
          I wonder why his Shostakovich (to be heard on Dorian and Delos) has 
          not been more successful. To get a representative impression of this 
          version sample the finale which is white hot with a fusion of voices 
          from Sibelius's Fourth, Debussy's La Mer and Vaughan Williams' 
          Fourth. I hope I am not being too obvious in suggesting that this version 
          would sit well with the 1930s symphonies of Roy Harris, William Schuman, 
          Creston and Peter Mennin. Litton is an American and even if he has not 
          explored the repertoire of his homeland the similarities are patent. 
          Is it any coincidence that another American, André Previn also 
          produced the reference version of the Symphony now on a BMG double. 
        
 
        
Cohen's Cello Concerto is dashing and studiedly 
          poetic rather than wildly impassioned. He has a fevered edgy tone but 
          in the flanking slower movements Cohen and Litton are able to capture 
          a sweetly rhapsodic reflection. I confess I have not heard such an explosive 
          expostulation as is conjured up by Litton at 6.13 in the Tema ed 
          improvvisazioni. Does it all add up? I remain to be convinced but 
          not because of Litton rather because, like the Viola Concerto, I feel 
          that Walton missed the compulsive passion and durability that for me 
          is radiant throughout the Violin Concerto and the Sinfonia Concertante. 
        
  
        
Scapino was written for the Frederick 
          Stock's Chicagoans. It is picaresque, jazzy, ardent and tense in the 
          manner of Arthur Benjamin's Overture to an Italian Comedy, Bernstein's 
          Candide Overture and Bax's Overture to a Picaresque Comedy. 
          Litton's approach is high voltage, dashing and meaty. 
        
 
        
The Violin Concerto enjoys the same beefy audio 
          'attack' and concrete impact as the other discs. Nothing is apologetic 
          or softened. Tasmin Little (well known and loved for her advocacy of 
          British works) strikes me as having learnt something from the febrile 
          impassioned relentlessness of Ida Haendel whose own version of the Walton 
          concerto (again with Bournemouth though this time with Berglund) is 
          amongst the finest of versions alongside Accardo and the even more frantic 
          vibrato of Francescatti on Sony). Now come on Tasmin please team up 
          with Handley and give us a world-beating version of the Bax and Moeran 
          concertos! 
        
 
        
The Second Symphony bears witness to the continuing 
          Americanisation of the Walton idiom - perhaps understandable given the 
          adulation he attracted from Cleveland's Georg Szell whose foundation-dedicatee 
          recording has recently been reissued on Sony. Melodrama and the sort 
          of angst we expect from a Schuman or Hartmann score are to be found 
          here. Apart from the fact that the black melodrama of the start of the 
          finale sounds bleached out beside the rapacious tension of the Szell 
          version this is well worth hearing if still bowing to the Previn EMI recording 
          from the early 1970s. Litton does not bend every bar in the direction 
          of Transatlantic anxiety. The Lento assai middle movement sounds 
          much more Elgarian than I have previous heard. A surprise. 
        
 
        
The Te Deum and Belshazzar's Feast 
          were recorded in Winchester Cathedral and benefit from its lively 
          reverberation. This is exploited rather than allowed free rein. The 
          choirs are very well drilled in Belshazzar and their precision 
          deserves praise especially given the fact that they sound large and 
          massed. Bryn Terfel and Litton have the knack of suggesting great breadth 
          and expanse. In fact the work proceeds no more slowly than most versions. 
          Terfel revels in the work's many challenges and his wondrous breath 
          control and steadiness, as well as a voice of molasses and amontillado, 
          make this a very strong contender. I rather prefer it over the Willcocks 
          version but the Previn and Shirley-Quirk EMI Classics of the early 
          1970s is still better. The choral contribution in the closing celebrations 
          (which can often seem a disappointment after the earlier hymning of 
          the pagan Gods!) is tumultuously overpowering yet always in control. 
        
 
        
The choir is less well drilled and coordinated in the 
          Te Deum though they convince utterly at the close. Never have 
          I heard the final section of the work done with such meditative concentration 
          and hushed tension slowly released. I compared this with EMI's 1970s 
          recording of Frémaux and the City of Birmigham Symphony Orchestra. 
          That disc (still available on CD) had the two marches, Te Deum and 
          the Gloria. Disc 4 in this Decca set has the same works (excluding 
          the Gloria but adding Belshazzar and the Henry V suite. 
        
 
        
The Decca recording from a quarter century later is 
          more natural but the EMI recording is a delight with clever balances 
          analytically bringing out hosts of instrumental detail in the marches 
          which in the Decca case are resolved into the generality. Gramophone's 
          Edward Greenfield came up with the enviably adroit phrase for the two 
          marches: 'shatteringly apt displays of pomp and circumstance'. In the 
          hands of Litton and the BSO the two marches are as splendid as you might 
          wish with slam, swing and impact. You will have been spoilt though if 
          you know the Frémaux versions not so much because of the performances 
          but because the EMI recording intriguingly reveals more detail amid 
          the ringing magnificence and splendid wash of purple sound. Incidentally 
          am I alone in regarding the years Frémaux had with the CBSO as 
          a vintage era? Had he lived until a coronation of Charles III, would 
          Walton really have called the 'third' coronation march Bed Majestical? 
          Somehow I doubt it though we might, in the light of Royal events of 
          the last twenty years, muse quizzically on the prospect and the resonances 
          of such a title. 
        
 
        
CD3 (Façade Suites, Viola Concerto and 
          Hindemith Variations) has been issued as an individual disc in 
          the same series (470 511-2). I rather wish the Façades 
          had been dropped and that jazzy Cinderella work, the Sinfonia Concertante 
          had been included. That said these Façade sequences 
          are suitably sultry-sleazy. A smaller ensemble might have yielded even 
          greater satisfaction. Façade does not need the deep pile 
          of a large number of instruments. It does not translate well to full 
          orchestra. However if you would like to sample the orchestral version 
          this is very good benefiting from Litton's patent sympathy with the 
          jazziness and an aura of Weill, the Berliner and Auric the Parisian. 
        
 
        
The, for me, problematic Viola Concerto is given 
          a strong account by everyone; not least the little heard of Paul Neubauer. 
          Neubauer should have far more attention as his BBC broadcast (circa 
          1980) of the Arthur Benjamin Viola Sonata shows. He really should be 
          snapped up to record Stanley Bate's and Arthur Butterworth's Viola Concertos. 
          His tone is slender and shapely and he responds as well to the two poetic 
          buttressing movements of the Walton as to the fairy-tale fantasy of 
          the superb central Vivo (this tripartite slow-fast-slow seems 
          to have been an English thing - viz the Delius and Moeran concertos). 
          The skilful pointillism and playfulness of the Hindemith fleshes 
          out the third disc of the set. Its juxtaposition with the Viola Concerto 
          is apt given that Hindemith premiered the Concerto when it was disdained 
          by Lionel Tertis. You can still hear Szell's CBS version of the Variations 
          on an all-Walton Sony collection. Litton spins things along at riptide 
          speed - glittering and glinting yet singing too. Recordings are not 
          numerous but this modern version is the one to go for both on technical 
          and artistic grounds. 
        
 
        
By the way you can banish any doubts about a 'provincial' 
          orchestra, Bournemouth cast those contemptuously aside years ago with 
          their golden EMI recordings of Silvestri's In the South and Berglund's 
          Kullervo. 
        
 
        
All the sung words are printed in the booklet - not 
          to be taken for granted in this Decca series. The notes, which are apt 
          and useful, are variously by Diana McVeagh (will her Finzi biography 
          ever see the light of day?), Kenneth Chalmers (a regular for this series), 
          Michael Kennedy and Raymond McGill. 
        
 
        
Packaging is economical but smart. A card flap box 
          of moderate stiffness houses a single booklet and four CDs each in its 
          own sombre heraldic sleeve. The approach is similar to that in the EMI Classics 
          boxes of Vaughan Williams symphonies (Boult) and Sibelius symphonies 
          (Berglund Helsinki). 
        
 
        
These are cracking performances and recordings replete 
          with a myriad details that will please and enthral. Recording quality 
          is in Decca's best and healthiest digital tradition. The bargain price 
          makes the whole thing irresistible. If your collecting and listening 
          during the nineteen-nineties denied you the full price issues now is 
          your moment. 
          Rob Barnett