Hans Knappertsbusch 
                was a great romantic conductor, whose 
                way with Bruckner and Wagner are legendary. 
                Apparently the skill set was limited 
                to the latter half of the nineteenth 
                century if these clunky, rhythmically 
                ambiguous, turgid and oft out-of-tune 
                performances of Beethoven are any indication. 
              
 
              
The Munich Philharmonic, 
                which was to become quite a fine ensemble 
                under Celibidache, here plays sloppily, 
                right from the should-be-stunning opening 
                chords of the Eroica. Things do not 
                improve too much as the opening movement 
                wears on. Knappertsbusch was notorious 
                for his apathy toward rehearsal, and 
                it clearly shows that this orchestra 
                is under-rehearsed. There is a noticeable 
                lack of ensemble throughout and the 
                balance between the sections of the 
                orchestra is out of kilter in too many 
                places. The only really successful movement 
                here is the Funeral March, which by 
                its own lugubrious nature rescues itself 
                from Kna’s lumbering tempi. The scherzo 
                limps along without a trace of elegance. 
                The allegro molto that should bring 
                the work to a triumphant end leaves 
                us pushing on our seats for the orchestra 
                to get the lead out. 
              
 
              
Couple this with a 
                less than stellar sound source quality, 
                and the tubercular hacking of the audience, 
                there is little to enjoy about this 
                performance. 
              
 
              
The Eighth fares a 
                bit better, mostly by virtue of the 
                generally higher quality of the Berlin 
                Orchestra. Perhaps this is a flaw in 
                the master recording, but the clarinet 
                entrance in the first movement exposition 
                is so flat compared to the strings that 
                it makes one cringe in disbelief. It 
                seems too that no mid-century conductor 
                knew how to dance a minuet. The strings 
                are so heavy-handed that one would thing 
                that the dancers were wearing lead boots. 
                The last movement plods along at a tempo 
                that is too slow, and the playing is 
                again, too thick and heavy to be elegant. 
              
 
              
Recent Archipel discs 
                that have come my way have unanimously 
                failed to impress. The complete lack 
                of program notes is inexcusable, and 
                the sketchy information about the recordings 
                themselves and their origins do little 
                to convince me that this is a company 
                that is particularly dedicated to preserving 
                history. Rather, they seem to want to 
                get whatever mediocre tapes they can 
                locate and throw them onto disc before 
                the public as fast as possible, with 
                no consideration to quality of production. 
                Basically this is slop, and I cannot 
                find a particularly redeeming value 
                for it. Pass it by. There are too many 
                fine performances of this music and 
                at good prices to waste hard earned 
                cash on this. 
              
 
              
Kevin Sutton