Warsaw-born Mieczslaw Weinberg (more 
                frequently seen in the Russian variant 
                as Moise Vainberg or Vaynberg if you 
                look at the 1980 New Grove) was the 
                son of a violinist and composer working 
                in the Polish theatre. His First Symphony 
                resulted in Vainberg being invited to 
                Moscow by Shostakovich. The two were 
                close and, rather like Holst and Vaughan 
                Williams, had a relationship of mutual 
                trust under which they shared views 
                on work in progress. 
              
The Fourth Symphony 
                is in four movements the first of 
                which is thunderously busy - slightly 
                academic in its fugal preoccupation. 
                However there is room too for acrid 
                emotionalism. There is some Shostakovich-style 
                knockabout in the finale which in the 
                end grasps a certain raucously forbidding 
                triumph. The slightly acidic lyrical 
                flow of the allegretto finds time for 
                solo instrument statements which have 
                a similarity to those in
                Nielsen's Sixth Symphony. The adagio 
                saunters along in a poignant nostalgic 
                haze; a lovely inspiration. The symphony 
                is dedicated to the composer Revol Bunin 
                (1924-1976). We must hope that Chandos 
                will also turn to Bunin's symphonies 
                as well as those of Shtogarenko, Lokshin 
                and Ovchinnikov in due course. 
              
There are twenty-two 
                Vainberg symphonies in total and two 
                sinfoniettas of which the Second 
                Sinfonietta is here. Like the 
                First it is in four compact movements. 
                While the Fourth Symphony has an ambiguous 
                knockabout element this work is grave 
                and haunted. Its most memorable aspect 
                is presented in the Andantino which 
                is a miracle of concise questioning 
                - halting and faltering lyricism - (tr.9 
                2.34). 
              
The Rhapsody 
                on Moldavian Themes is an effective 
                and sensitive work in the pattern of 
                the Enescu Rumanian rhapsodies. It is 
                bright and breezy, dreamy too especially 
                in the slow and swayingly massive build-up 
                where the expansive writing of Khachaturyan 
                is recalled. It could comfortably be 
                placed in the company with Kabalevsky's 
                overture to Colas Breugnon and 
                Shostakovich's Festive Overture and 
                no-one would blink. At the time of its 
                premiere it came in for some mild stick 
                from Khrennikov and Shtogarenko. 
                Olympia have done a superb job of making 
                many hours of Vainberg available. I 
                rather hope that Chandos will think 
                of filling the gaps left in the symphony 
                cycle by Olympia rather than duplicating 
                their work even if Olympia is now defunct. 
              
Due to the work of 
                Claves and Olympia there is quite a 
                lot of Vainberg on the shelves although 
                so much of it depends on Olympia who 
                seem now to have dropped out of the 
                scene. Chandos are set to make a major 
                and enduring contribution if the frst 
                two discs are anything to go by. Don't 
                let this one slip into the background 
                and don't imagine that Vainberg is some 
                second league Shostakovich. He has his 
                own perspective and the sharpness, invective, 
                Russian passion and desolation are distinctively 
                his own. 
              
The notes are by that 
                outstanding writer on Soviet musical 
                matters Per Skans. He and David Fanning 
                have done superb work to excavate the 
                massive and thoughtlessly derided. 
              
This is a classic entry 
                with a greater emphasis on populism, 
                poignancy and nostalgia than in volume 
                1. 
              
I await volume 3 with 
                great anticipation. 
              
Rob Barnett