The first two symphonies of Sinding, which I 
                reviewed some time ago, did precious little for me, so this was 
                a very pleasant surprise. The third symphony opens with a sort 
                of brazen splendour, a leaping, exuberant theme which is contrasted 
                with a long-breathed, rather Tchaikovskian second subject. This 
                first theme, together with Sinding’s inventive counterpoint, 
                is well able to sustain the momentum of the movement which actually 
                seemed to me much shorter than its 13’ 45”. The luxurious 
                slow movement has themes of a less well-defined cut, but always 
                seems to know where it is going, as does the scherzo which, with 
                its ceaseless redecorating of its themes, suggests continuous 
                variations rather than a traditional scherzo and trio. The finale 
                comes close to quoting “Die Meistersinger” at a couple 
                of points but it avoids the four-square heaviness which often 
                spoils jubilant finales and concludes with nobility and power 
                a symphony which, had it been written about thirty years earlier, 
                might well have entered the repertoire.
              Sinding was 63 when he completed this work, which he seems to 
                have intended as his chef d’oeuvre. A further symphony was 
                begun in 1921 but he wrote little in his later years and finally 
                put the fourth symphony into shape for his 80th birthday celebrations 
                in 1936. It marked a new departure for him in that it was divided 
                into seven sections, illustrative of a poem of his own composition. 
                Though Sinding seems to have been in some doubt as to whether 
                it was really a symphony or a rhapsody, his sense of musical movement, 
                as well as his handling of the Wagnerian-Straussian orchestra, 
                remained unerring and the work is far from a romantic sprawl. 
                Its warmth and sheer exuberance certainly reflect the coming of 
                spring while there is much warm-hearted writing in its slower 
                movements. I think that, if Sinding achieved a masterpiece with 
                any of his symphonies, it has to be no.3 on account of its superb 
                first movement and generally stronger thematic profile, but no.4 
                is well worth knowing.
              If you are encouraged by my words to buy this, let me point out 
                that you are unlikely to find any particularly Norwegian voice 
                here. Sinding embraced whole-heartedly the ideals of German culture 
                – to the extent of expressing publicly his support for the 
                Nazi movement in 1933, alas – and the chief inspiration 
                behind his music was Wagner, particularly “Die Meistersinger”, 
                from which he inherited the orchestral luminosity and contrapuntal 
                life rather than any Teutonic heaviness. By 1920, the year in 
                which Nikisch gave the first performance of the third symphony 
                in Leipzig, Sinding had come to seem rather old-fashioned, but 
                this need not worry us today. If you enjoy the music of Pfitzner 
                and Reger, I think you will enjoy this disc.
              For some reason there has been a change of conductor for the 
                completion of this cycle (the first two symphonies were impressively 
                conducted by Thomas Dausgaard) but since the Dutch conductor David 
                Porcelijn is equally convincing, as well as having better material 
                to work on, we need not complain. The notes are very detailed, 
                the recording warm and well-balanced, and the cover reproduction 
                of a painting showing a ship among icebergs is about as far removed 
                from the warmth of the music as could be imagined.
              Christopher Howell