The title is optimistic 
                but the recordings are little known. 
                Damrosch is by several furlongs the 
                best known of this trio of Silesian-born 
                musicians and his prestigious American 
                career included numerous important local 
                premieres (Parsifal, Brahms’ Third and 
                Fourth and Tchaikovsky’s Fifth and Sixth 
                Symphonies and the world premieres of 
                Gershwin’s Concerto in F and An American 
                in Paris). Given that eminence his discography 
                is disappointingly slim, with only Brahms’ 
                Second Symphony and some Ravel and Pierné 
                to his name, apart from the pieces collated 
                here. It’s good to have these 1929 New 
                York sides but the repertoire will not 
                really advance Damrosch’s claims on 
                the record collector. True the Gluck 
                dances are attractive, big and buoyant, 
                but also sensitive with fine wind playing. 
                And the Saint-Saëns is full of 
                saucy wit, not quite reflected in this 
                slightly-too-heavy performance. There’s 
                a slightly higher ration of surface 
                noise as well, from the Miller of Dee 
                quotations, through the gypsy dances 
                and the cod Scottish snaps of the Gigue 
                and Finale. Elsewhere there’s a touch 
                of the municipal orchestra repertoire 
                about the Moszkowski; the Fauré 
                isn’t quite refined enough. 
              
 
              
Leopold Reichwein is 
                pretty much a forgotten name now but 
                he succeeded Bruno Walter at the Vienna 
                Court Opera in 1913, giving the local 
                premiere of Parsifal to considerable 
                acclaim. Between 1926 and 1938 he conducted 
                in Bochum in Germany but returned to 
                Vienna in 1938. The brief notes don’t 
                mention it but he committed suicide 
                in 1945 after allegations of collaboration 
                with the Nazis. The two overtures here 
                are part of a series made in Vienna 
                in 1938 though he is probably best known 
                to collectors from the live recordings 
                preserved at the Vienna State Opera 
                and issued by Koch over the past decade 
                or so. The Vienna horns have an idiosyncratic 
                approach to intonation in the Flotow 
                – very uncomfortable – but Reichwein 
                drives his way through the Rossinian 
                Suppé attractively enough. We 
                end with Herbert Sandberg who, like 
                Reichwein, was born in Breslau though 
                a generation later. He was Blech’s assistant 
                in Berlin and Walter’s at the Charlottenburg 
                Opera but soon after moved to Sweden 
                where he spent the rest of his career. 
                Not inappropriately then we have some 
                Scandinavian music – I’m not sure he 
                left any other examples of his musicianship 
                on disc other than this 1955 DG. He 
                tends to be rather strait-laced and 
                robust in the Prelude but saves up the 
                expression for the Air. Not a performance 
                to please admirers of, say, Scherchen, 
                but an aural souvenir of another little 
                known conductor otherwise lost to us. 
              
 
              
The copies used are 
                in pretty good shape, a few ticks and 
                scratches apart on the Suppé. 
                I have a strong feeling that greater 
                depth and brightness could be extracted 
                from some of the 78s – the 1938 discs 
                sound a bit murky to me. Still, though 
                a miscellaneous collection of no great 
                depth, it does reasonable justice to 
                a trio of conductors unjustly forgotten. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf