Boyce’s Symphonys – his spelling – make a welcome return to the 
        catalogue in Christopher Hogwood’s spirited, intelligent and perceptive 
        reading dating from April 1992. A decade on the virtues of interpretation 
        are palpably undiminished; Trevor Pinnock may have recorded them earlier, 
        the first period instrument performance on disc, but Hogwood’s has proved 
        the more recommendable. The Symphonies derive from sundry overtures written 
        over a period of years and derived from odes and theatre works and were 
        not therefore specifically written for the medium in the modern accepted 
        sense. In their directness, tunefulness and melodic distinction these 
        are probably the greatest works in this style by an English composer in 
        the eighteenth century. Boyce ranges widely from stately formality to 
        earthy wit via a species of Handelian splendour and a hint of reserve 
        and melancholy. Formally these are not the simple pleasantries one might 
        expect of this somewhat transplanted genre; there are numerous examples 
        of stylistic quirkiness and the fusion of genres and influences is very 
        much to the works’ advantage. When, for example, Boyce indulges a fugue 
        it doesn’t last very long but is entirely apt; when he mixes French and 
        Italian style it is of a peace with his musical generosity in the widest 
        sense. 
         
        
Hogwood is excellent in delineating orchestral clarity. 
          The string division in the first movement on No 1 is a case in point. 
          Maybe the phrasing in the slow movement is a little clipped for my taste 
          but it’s ineffably alive as is the directness and lower string harmonies 
          in the Allegro assai of No 2; splendid oboes, solo violin and staccato 
          phrasing garnish the movement with real panache. I sense a very slight 
          gracelessness in the phrasing of the Presto allegro finale however. 
          How well though Hogwood elucidates the superficially pleasurable opening 
          movement of No 3. There’s nothing strident or didactic about the way 
          he uncovers, not exposes, the harmonic roots of the movement whilst 
          allowing the melodic argument full expression. And equally fine is the 
          way he plays up the oboe/bassoon sonorities in the second movement; 
          his characterisation is excellent and he properly understands the contemporary 
          value of the marking vivace, which has undergone a change over the years; 
          in Boyce’s time it meant a speed above an andante. 
        
 
        
The opening allegro of No 4 is delightfully sprung. 
          The gravity of the middle movement is deeply considered with its bassoon 
          rich sonority but it is simply too slow and the one occasion I took 
          exception to his tempo decisions which are otherwise sound and practicable. 
          No 5 is suitably martial and declamatory, the Largo-andante opening 
          of No 6 full of Hogwood’s talent for revealing detail with entry points 
          well clarified and effervescently chugging bassoons. The larghetto is 
          full of finesse. No 7 opens in Handelian glory, its build up and release 
          of tension a real symphonic coup and its nobility of utterance undisguised. 
          Gravity and elevation open the final Symphony with Hogwood rightly alluding 
          to the perhaps slightly unsettled feelings of the andante. Animated 
          string figuration pushes the finale onwards gathering the comically 
          lugubrious woodwind into a final peroration. Splendid music and a splendid 
          disc. 
        
 
         
        
Jonathan Woolf