Can there really 
                  be any serious lover of classical music out there who does not 
                  possess recordings of Bolero and Pictures? Well, 
                  if there are, here’s another contender to add to your shortlist, 
                  a list that could run to well over thirty versions. This has 
                  a cheap price tag - as do quite a few others - but is not particularly 
                  generous. It does, however, have the usual advantages from this 
                  source, of superb recording quality and orchestral playing to 
                  die for.
                Even in a crowded 
                  marketplace, Chailly and the Concertgebouw are always worth 
                  listening to. As their legion of admirers (including myself) 
                  know, Chailly’s ear for detail and sense of drama, coupled with 
                  an orchestra of unique sonority and wealth of great individual 
                  players, often make his recordings something of an event. This 
                  mid-1980s recording was new to me, but a real pleasure to listen 
                  to.
                Bolero is 
                  on the fast side and none the worse for it. Chailly is always 
                  in complete control and things never sound rushed or scrappy. 
                  The marvellously spacious sound captures all the necessary detail 
                  of some gloriously characterful solo playing, the contours of 
                  which unfold with an almost improvisatory feel. The trombonist 
                  particularly enjoys himself – slides and all – and when those 
                  Dutch strings finally enter the fray, it’s like the icing on 
                  the cake.
                Pictures 
                  is similarly colourful and distinguished. Chailly plays with 
                  the contrasts inherent in Ravel’s treatment of the orchestra 
                  so that, for instance, the sheer richness of the lower strings 
                  in ‘Samuel Goldenberg and Schmuyle’ is offset by the gentle 
                  flexibility of ‘Tuileries’. ‘Bydlo’ opens and closes mournfully, 
                  the chicks dance with dainty lightness. The grand peroration 
                  of the ‘Great Gate of Kiev’ is truly resplendent, the brass 
                  and tam-tam ending what is highly satisfying reading that never 
                  becomes routine.
                Ravel’s homages 
                  to his friend Debussy make up a couple of little fillers, but 
                  here buyers may feel the need to seek out something more substantial. 
                  My own library favourite for Pictures has always been 
                  Muti and the Philadelphia on EMI, coupled with a thrillingly 
                  visceral Rite of Spring. There are a wide variety of 
                  alternatives, many of them (such as Abbado’s excellent Berlin 
                  disc on DG) coupling other Mussorgsky works to great effect. 
                  But if you happen across this Eloquence re-issue and take a 
                  chance, you won’t be disappointed.
                Tony Haywood