Here is a splendid 
                collection of major works by Franck. 
                The generous playing time is but icing 
                on the cake of a well-chosen collection. 
                And it’s well-chosen from the point 
                of view of who the performers are, too. 
              
 
              
The Orchestre de Paris 
                plays the music with both affection 
                and dedication. Barenboim, not usually 
                this reviewer's favourite conductor, 
                paces the works well and ensures excellent 
                balances throughout. The clear and spacious 
                recording helps in this too. 
              
 
              
Rédemption 
                (subtitled 'Morceau symphonique') is 
                actually an orchestral interlude in 
                a large-scale oratorio of the same name. 
                The recording, with its full dynamic 
                range, is perfect for the mysterious 
                opening, while at the other end of the 
                scale the imposing brass sound is resplendent. 
                The Wagnerian slant that can be heard 
                in this music clearly appealed to Barenboim. 
              
 
              
Perhaps the single 
                gem of this disc is the Nocturne, 
                a work that comes fully to life with 
                soloist Christa Ludwig. The sensuous 
                orchestration by the Franck pupil Guy 
                Ropartz is appropriately fragrant. Ludwig 
                sings with rapt intensity – the disc 
                is worth it for these four minutes alone. 
              
 
              
Le Chasseur maudit 
                ('The Accursed Huntsman') is given 
                a wide-ranging performance. The horns 
                evoke the huntsman of the title superbly. 
                He is accursed because he ignores the 
                pleas of the church and goes hunting 
                on a Holy Day, resulting in eternal 
                damnation – more accurately, to being 
                hunted himself by demons for all eternity. 
                This is a 'Poème symphonique' 
                in four movements, and Barenboim and 
                his forces react to each with chameleon-like 
                agility. Try the depth and sensitivity 
                of the strings in the second movement, 
                or the shifting, textures (again Wagnerian) 
                of the third ('Molto lento'). The Wagner 
                link comes to a head in the descending 
                chromatic and harmonic progressions 
                of the finale, a movement Barenboim 
                whips up into a frenzy of excitement. 
              
 
              
Another 'Poème 
                symphonique,' Psyché, 
                takes us to the realms of myth - the 
                titular heroine was the lover of Eros. 
                The work consists of a love-scene (the 
                first movement), Psyché's flight 
                (carried by the Zephyrs, the winds), 
                a Garden of Love and finally 'Psyché 
                et Eros'. The allusions to Tristan 
                in the dream are subsumed in a mesh 
                of delicacy with the strings reduce 
                to a mere whisper at times. There is 
                some gorgeous, hushed playing here. 
                The whole work, whatever its dynamic 
                climaxes, is enveloped in a tendresse 
                that culminates in the Orchestre de 
                Paris caressing Franck's score in the 
                final movement. This is music that positively 
                glows. 
              
 
              
It came as a shock 
                to realise the Barenboim recordings 
                were taken down in 1976. The recording 
                quality implies many years ahead of 
                that date. 
              
 
              
Finally, a trip down 
                memory lane to the days of Ernest Ansermet 
                and his Suisse Romande orchestra in 
                Les Éolides. If Barenboim 
                is superb - and he is - what word is 
                left for Ansermet's consummate understanding 
                of the Franckian idiom?. This is surely 
                the Master Ansermet at his best. He 
                seems intent at times to point to the 
                score as a sort of Franckian equivalent 
                to Debussy's elusive ballet of many 
                years later, Jeux (1912-13). 
                A good idea on Eloquence's part to save 
                the best for last. Barenboim and his 
                Parisians might not sound quite so compelling 
                after this. 
              
 
              
An excellent compilation 
                of Franckian gems. Very, very strongly 
                recommended indeed. 
              
Colin Clarke