[Editor’s Note: the Telarc reissue programme 
                  of which this CD is part involves moving existing products, 
                  sometimes from the 1980s, off the full-price warehouse shelves 
                  and selling the self-same article at bargain price. This recording 
                  was made and first issued at full price before Copland’s death. 
                  If the cost of clearing ‘stale’ full price stock is that we 
                  have to live with outdated booklet details I, for one, am happy 
                  to live with the results. There is something rather appealing, 
                  even ‘sustainable’ about using old stock in this way giving 
                  it new life without adding to the world’s waste problems. And 
                  it’s the music that counts. That said I too would have reservations 
                  about a CD running for just short of 45 minutes.]
                There is an unforgivable – I mean really 
                  unforgivable – gaffe on the case of this disc, repeated 
                  on the booklet within. “Aaron Copland (1900- )” it announces, 
                  implying that we are still waiting for the great man to die, 
                  at the age of 105 plus! Please see our heading for his correct 
                  dates. RIGHT, that off my chest (God it makes me cross), 
                  what about the music? 
                The Atlanta Symphony is a fine orchestra, 
                  and the standard of playing is very high indeed. Oddly, the 
                  weakest item is the famous Fanfare for the Common Man on 
                  track one. After the opening thumps of bass drum and tam-tam, 
                  the entry of the trumpets is weedy to the point of tentative 
                  – very much percentage play for studio purposes, I fear. After 
                  that, things improve steeply, and Rodeo receives a rollicking 
                  performance, with outstanding solos in “Buckaroo Holiday” from 
                  principal trombone and trumpet. The gentler middle movements 
                  come off well, too, with beautiful soft textures in “Corral 
                  Nocturne”, and a particularly stylish oboe solo in “Saturday 
                  Night Waltz”. The concluding “Hoe-Down” is great fun, and full 
                  of just the right kind of wild energy.
                “Appalachian Spring” poses the greatest 
                  interpretative test for conductor and players, and here Louis Lane does well, characterising the 
                  various episodes sharply, yet managing the transitions between 
                  sections most effectively. Perhaps the introduction of Simple 
                  Gifts in the clarinet should be quieter and a little more 
                  diffident, but generally I found this a delightful performance, 
                  with the half-lights of the opening and closing music captured 
                  with complete understanding of the music’s nature – as you might 
                  well expect from an orchestra whose home town lies at the very 
                  foot of the Appalachian mountains themselves.
                On a negative note, it has to be said that 
                  even at bargain price the disc doesn’t represent especially 
                  good value with a running time of just 44 minutes 15 seconds. 
                  Another couple of Copland works, maybe something a little more 
                  off the beaten track such as “Down a Country Lane” or the “Red 
                  Pony” film music would surely not have stretched the budget 
                  too much, and would greatly have enhanced the CD’s appeal. 
                Nevertheless, a fine disc, with a first-class 
                  recording to match the high standards of the performers. Such 
                  a pity, then, that they have been let down by sloppy packaging! 
                  Come on Telarc, keep your eye on the ball, and don’t let your 
                  superb artists down.
                Gwyn 
                  Parry-Jones