These are mono recordings made between 1949 and 1957. 
          They sound very clean and clear though the second disc’s items are not 
          quite as good. 
        
 
        
The Oboe Concerto is an exceptionally joyous 
          performance and I urge you, if sampling the disc, to try the supple 
          and perfectly balanced finale (tr. 3 CD1). Evelyn Rothwell's oboe playing 
          is reedily plaintive and the instrument is brawly blown. This must be 
          heard by any admirers of this work. The RVW concertos are often seen 
          as a bit of an excrescence. This version carries subtle spiritual weight 
          and glows in Technicolor serenity. If you want a good stereo version 
          then go for John Williams in the Berglund-conducted recording also on 
          EMI. Rothwell's is however a great performance. 
        
 
        
The gruff Tuba Concerto is here played by its 
          dedicatee and is historically significant for that reason alone. Catelinet 
          has a breathy-lippy tone which I found disconcerting when compared with 
          the few other recordings. This is not a great performance though it 
          is pleasing. If you want a really good version then the one André 
          Previn made in the 1960s with the LSO’s tuba principal John Fletcher 
          is worth tracking down (RCA/BMG). 
        
 
        
The Antartica was premiered by Barbirolli 
          in Manchester on 14 January 1953, then given its London first at the 
          Festival Hall in February. This recording was made that summer. The 
          music was written between 1949 and 1952 after the premiere of the film 
          Scott of the Antarctic in 1948. This version must therefore be 
          regarded as another historic document. It sounds quite clean; its impact 
          is not garish. Woodwind are emphasised by the balance. Barbirolli really 
          pitches in with a gruff fast sea-swell of a tempo at the opening of 
          the finale. Overall though I still wonder about this work as a symphony. 
          It is in some ways better thought of as a chilly concerto for orchestra 
          where pleasure comes from the many vivid pictorial episodes. 
        
 
        
The second disc mixes Elgar and Vaughan Williams. The 
          Wasps is raced forward with Barbirolli pushing and urging forward. 
          Repose and serenity comes in the great soul-widening theme at 3.40. 
          This is a most vital performance. The Greensleeves Fantasia is 
          restful and luxurious. It leads with an ineluctable spontaneity into 
          the Dives and Lazarus Variants - a work which, in Barbirolli's 
          hands, is almost sultry. Full advantage is taken of the richly decked 
          harp accompaniment. Listening to this Barbirolli would have made an 
          ideal interpreter of Suk's Wenceslas Chorale. 
        
 
        
In the Elgar works Barbirolli lays into the contours 
          with an emphatic jaggedness that makes the sweeter converse of the solo 
          quartet the more effective. Such deliberate accentuation sounds wonderfully 
          gruff and fresh; would that the recording which is not at all bad were 
          even better otherwise it might have given the Sinfonia of London version 
          a run for its money. Such slam and exciting attack ... and such portamenti. 
          The Serenade's Edwardian pallor is flattered by Barbirolli 
          and his precise care. Cockaigne is as cocky and rambunctious 
          as you might hope for. It is only a specialist item because of the sound 
          quality which has the higher violin passages sound as if they are suffering 
          from the aural equivalent of fine split-ends. 
        
 
        
Rob Barnett