From 
                the length of the title to this review, you may well have guessed 
                by now that this is, in effect, a souped-up sampler that retails 
                at lower mid-price. BMG Classics have quite a roster of artists 
                to call on, though, and the length of some of the excerpts makes 
                purchase worth considering. The tie-in with the Salzburg Festival 
                becomes clear if one logs on to www.salzburgfestival.com 
                (the Festival lasts from July 26th-August 31st). 
                Clearly (and unsurprisingly) there are some major names intending 
                to perform and here they are in a programme that may well delight, 
                if not stretch, the senses. There is nothing to ruffle one’s feathers 
                here, just a pleasant hour and a quarter’s worth.  
              
 
              
The 
                programme starts well with a movement from Smetana’s Má 
                Vlast, and not the expected ‘Vltava’ at that. Instead, ‘From 
                Bohemia’s Fields and Groves’ is given both a loving and a lovely 
                performance by the Vienna Philharmonic under Harnoncourt. It even 
                becomes quite exultant, and forms an admirable contrast to the 
                Don Giovanni excerpt, from Bertrand de Billy’s complete 
                set on Arte Nova (review pending). Blustery speed and deft staccati 
                make for an exhilarating reading (the fast speed does not preclude 
                intelligibility, either). If everybody (or almost everybody) knows 
                this excerpt, an aria from the much lesser-known Zaide 
                forms a more than adequate companion. The soprano, Elena Moşuc 
                has a nice voice, if a bit tremulous. 
              
 
              
A 
                harmless movement from a Devienne flute concerto (flute players 
                rejoice, but probably not anyone else) proves to be a bridge back 
                to the Romantic period, and James Galway plays it beguilingly. 
                If Johna Botha gives a thoroughly undistinguished ‘Nessun dorma’, 
                Vesselina Kasserova is positively radiant in the Gounod Roméo 
                excerpt (her later Bulgarian Traditional ‘encore’ shows her in 
                lighter mode, and in the company of a very enthusiastic choir). 
                Another highlight comes from the vocal chords of Ramón 
                Vargas, whose vigorous ‘Di quella pira’ has both drama and lyricism 
                as well as an intrinsically youthful timbre; separating them is 
                the ever-dextrous Evgeny Kissin in two Brahms Hungarian Dances. 
                His playing is, well, very Kissin. These pieces, luckily, suit 
                him well: he revels in the difficulties, and the notes cascade 
                from his fingers. Rhythmic niceties abound, and the D flat is 
                pure virtuoso fun.  
              
 
              
Melanie 
                Diener, who appears in Don Giovanni at Salzburg, here gives 
                a radiant account of Strauss’ ‘September’, one of the Four 
                Last Songs. Her diction is superb. Only the closing horn solo 
                does not rise to the occasion (anyone who has heard the horn player 
                in the famous Schwarzkopf/Szell recording will not be satisfied 
                with less). Waltraud Meier (appearing in Salzburg in Offenbach!) 
                is on disc on home turf with Wagner. If her ‘Dich teure Halle’ 
                does not have the opulence of Jessye Norman with the LPO under 
                Tennstedt on EMI (nor does she sound as regal), she nevertheless 
                carries real presence (her first entrance especially so). The 
                orchestra for Meier (one of the greats, the Bavarian Radio Symphony 
                Orchestra) is supremely well-drilled by Maestro Maazel.  
              
 
              
The 
                rest of the disc after that is essentially a succession of encores. 
                Sarasate’s Introduction and Tarantella is in safe hands 
                played by Mirijam Contzen, although the recording is on the over-reverberant 
                side. A pity also that Diana Damrau is too weak of voice for Rachmaninov’s 
                ‘Spring Waters’ – her pianist, Florian Henschel, steals the show 
                here. If I could easily live without the close-up recording of 
                La Jota, Nikolaj Znaider’s playing of Heifetz’ arrangement 
                of Ponce’s Estrellita provides a fetching close to the 
                disc.  
              
 
              
Careful 
                programming saves this disc from becoming too much of a patchwork 
                quilt, and there is much to enjoy. All the same, I wonder how 
                often it is going to come down off the shelf.  
              
 
              
Colin 
                Clarke