This is a handy box 
                because some of the symphonic poems 
                and overtures are, frankly, works more 
                honoured in the breach than in the hearing. 
                The programmatic ballads are very tricky 
                to programme in concert – too long with 
                a concerto in the first half and unwieldy 
                in the second where one would expect 
                a symphony. Ideally one needs an old 
                Proms concert, maybe even a three-part 
                concert with two intervals where The 
                Golden Spinning Wheel, say, would fit 
                more comfortably. When did you last 
                hear it in concert? 
              
 
              
On disc it’s a different 
                matter. Kudos 
                then to the Kuchar-Brilliant team, though 
                geographical homework is necessary for 
                this Dutch company; the resident Janáček 
                Philharmonic Orchestra will be amazed 
                to find that their hometown, Ostrava, 
                is in Slovenia. Mind you it’s one better 
                than the American company that 
                located Prague in the Balkans. Trivia 
                aside this is a thoroughly engaging 
                and spry set. Kuchar has shown in his 
                Russian repertoire that he is a thoroughly 
                sensitive musician and when he goes 
                further afield (e.g. Roy Harris, on 
                Naxos) the 
                results have been splendid. If his Dvořák 
                isn’t quite so special then that’s probably 
                because there are a raft of recordings, 
                present and, particularly, past against 
                which these performances must be measured. 
              
 
              
Here are a few pointers 
                to Kuchar’s way with this body of work. 
                He tends to be brisk; not businesslike, 
                if that implies superficiality and a 
                lack of warmth and detail, but certainly 
                fast-ish. My Home is despatched 
                in 8.57, which is by no means remorseless 
                but when Kertesz and, especially, Krombholc 
                take that bit longer (the latter 9.40 
                and he’s only slightly broader than 
                the Hungarian) the result tells in weight 
                and stirring peroration. In truth Kuchar 
                does sound just that bit lightweight 
                alongside the Czech conductor, who scores 
                in gravity and depth. In the same vein 
                the Hussite Overture lacks that vein 
                of sprung rhythm that gives such life 
                to Kertesz’s disc - and the brass drowning 
                the strings doesn’t help much either. 
                In Nature’s Realm is inscribed 
                with real sensitivity and burnishing 
                life by Krombholc and Kuchar’s worthy 
                performance does rather pale. That there 
                are a wide variety of approaches can 
                be shown by the 1948 Talich; the great 
                conductor is considerably slower than 
                almost everyone on record. As indeed 
                he is in Othello – where he takes 
                sixteen and a half minutes to Kuchar’s 
                fourteen – the sagacious Krombholc is 
                somewhere in the middle. Here Kuchar’s 
                linear approach scores in cohesion but 
                somewhat undercooks the drama, the brooding 
                intensity of which Talich elongates 
                to intense effect. 
              
 
              
It would be rather 
                wearying to delve too deeply into the 
                specificities of these performances 
                but I should add that Carnival 
                is fast, and a tiny bit slick if one 
                compares him with Ančerl. 
                Kuchar’s Water Goblin 
                takes Talich’s spriteliness (in both 
                1949, where he’s fast and 1954 where’s 
                he slows considerably but is in poorer 
                and live sound). The Noon-Day Witch 
                is perfectly serviceable but listen 
                to Talich or Kertesz and you’ll hear 
                a greater weight of string tone and 
                a caressing intimacy of phrasing and 
                a degree of rhythmic intensity that 
                rather elude Kuchar and his team. Talich 
                shows the way with the Wood Dove, 
                sometimes called Wild Dove [Holoubek] 
                – he’s a shade quicker and more insidious 
                and mocking. The Golden Spinning 
                Wheel has a good sense of rustic 
                drama and the Symphonic Variations is 
                generally well shaped. 
              
 
              
Those looking for a 
                handy introduction should go to someone 
                I’ve not yet mentioned – Kubelík’s 
                Bavarian recordings re-released on DG 
                Trio - supplemented by the Kertesz Deccas 
                (I’m not always an uncritical admirer 
                of his symphonic cycle but the "fillers" 
                are good) and then the Talich and Ancerl 
                recordings. You’ll find the old Krombholc 
                a bit tricky to track down but you won’t 
                regret the effort. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf