This is the third Naxos/Diamond/Seattle 
                series CD to come my way. Each time 
                I have counted myself fortunate to be 
                reviewing these discs. Part of the pleasure 
                is renewing acquaintance with Delos 
                recordings first issued in the early 
                1990s. Bless Naxos and Delos for sorting 
                out a deal for the licensing of this 
                series. It deserves a permanent place 
                in the catalogue. It also deserves to 
                be extended or gap-filled. Before financial 
                imperatives strangled this heroic initiative 
                professionally delivered much had been 
                achieved. Lest we forget - the other 
                two Diamond CDs are 8.559154 
                (Symphonies 2 and 4) and 8.559156 
                (Symphony 8, Suite from TOM, 
                This Sacred Ground). 
              
 
              
Naxos now remind us 
                of this and deliver to a new generation 
                of music-lovers the potency and gripping 
                music-making to be found in these three 
                works. 
              
 
              
Both Kaddish and Psalm, 
                separated by half a century describe 
                a similar arc from contemplation perhaps 
                with a edgily hassidic-rhapsodic accent 
                through violent protest and back to 
                contemplation. Both declare depths and 
                profundities. We cannot bracket either 
                of these works with Schuman’s American 
                Festival or Bernstein’s Candide 
                or Copland’s Outdoor Overture 
                or Piston’s Toccata. Both 
                pieces are better understood as companions 
                to Schuman’s Credendum or In 
                Praise of Shahn. Kaddish is 
                a powerful prayer - the ancient Hebrew 
                prayer for the dead. It was written 
                for Yo Yo Ma and premiered by him with 
                this orchestra and conductor on 9 April 
                1989. I wonder how often he has played 
                it since. In any event Starker plays 
                this masterfully subdued work with integrity 
                and unwavering concentration. As for 
                Psalm, this was written 
                in Paris and was dedicated to André 
                Gide after it had been completed. It 
                was premiered on 10 December 1936 (the 
                booklet says 1937 but my encyclopaedia 
                claims 1936) by the Rochester Philharmonic 
                Orchestra conducted by Howard Hanson 
                as part of the Festival of American 
                Music. 
              
 
              
The Third Symphony 
                was written in the same year as 
                his chef d’oeuvre, the Fourth Symphony. 
                It is in four movements starting with 
                an overwhelmingly propulsive and archetypically 
                American Allegro deciso (very 
                deciso). It is exciting and compulsive 
                - a little like a vicious Schuman allegro 
                but with infusions of something more 
                yielding - say Vaughan Williams. In 
                fact the contemplative andante recalls 
                RVW’s Fifth Symphony in its placid yet 
                not blandly reflective course. Diamond 
                does not have quite the lyric impulse 
                of say Piston in the 1930s and early 
                1940s but he is no slouch either when 
                it comes to piacevole writing. 
                The third movement contains some pre-echoes 
                of the Fourth Symphony. Its Adagio 
                assai finale again proclaims a composer 
                rejecting showmanship and embracing 
                a sincere message in tones we can relate 
                to Copland’s Tender Land and 
                even to Gerald Finzi’s pastoral poignancy. 
                It has a sustained elegiac strain that 
                may well reflect the bereavement and 
                need for consolation of a nation still 
                mourning its wartime losses. 
              
 
              
Gerard Schwarz now 
                conducts the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic 
                Orchestra, just down the road from where 
                I live. Would that he could be tempted 
                to include the Diamond Third Symphony 
                in one of his concerts. With the exception 
                of some Panufnik (Sinfonia Sacra 
                and Heroic Overture) the 
                Schwarz/RLPO have been paying safe in 
                repertoire terms. A pity. 
              
 
              
To return to this disc: 
                This is the Third Symphony’s only recording. 
                The work was premiered, five years after 
                it had been written, on 3 November 1950, 
                by the Boston Symphony Orchestra conducted 
                by Charles Munch. It is not completely 
                new to me. For some years I knew it 
                from a radio tape of a broadcast by 
                the Juilliard Theatre Orchestra conducted 
                by Julius Morel. This stunning recording 
                by the Delos/Seattle team replaces that 
                tape. It is not just the recording quality 
                but the authentic, irrepressible spirit 
                and sincerity that radiates from Schwarz’s 
                labours that convince. What we have 
                here is not a mere catalogue gap-filler 
                but a fine and well-wrought performance. 
              
 
              
A disc not to be missed 
                if you are at all sympathetic to the 
                tonal-melodic strain in twentieth century 
                music. No glitz ... no superficiality 
                ... but music written from the heart 
                to the heart. 
              
Rob Barnett