The real problem, 
                    to take a coldly commercial view, is that BMG not long ago 
                    issued a CD, which I reviewed, in which the Boston Symphony 
                    Orchestra under another great interpreter of French music, 
                    Charles Munch, play exactly the same programme plus 
                    “La mer”, with a total timing of 79:22. If you’re building 
                    up a collection and are looking for a cheap way of getting 
                    your basic orchestral Debussy, you could hardly do better 
                    than that.
                  However, let us 
                    suppose that some of my readers have “La mer” but not the 
                    other pieces and would therefore happily consider the Monteux 
                    disc if there were reasons to prefer the performances. Let 
                    me also discuss the interpretations for the benefit of those 
                    who are out to collect vintage readings and are not concerned 
                    by gaps or duplications.
                  During his final 
                    period with the LSO Monteux recorded for Decca, Philips and 
                    Westminster; now that the first two come under Universal Classics 
                    it has been possible to bring together parts of a 1961 Decca 
                    record including the Prélude and the first two Nocturnes 
                    – the original “other side” had Ravel’s Pavane and 
                    Rhapsodie espagnole, now reissued by Eloquence with 
                    Monteux’s celebrated Daphnis – and a 1963 Philips disc 
                    which coupled the complete Images with orchestral movements 
                    from Le Martyre de Saint-Sébastien. 
                  In 1963 Monteux 
                    was 88 - he died the following year - and I feel that, rather 
                    as happened with our own Sir Adrian Boult, everyone loved 
                    him so much that they didn’t notice that he was not always 
                    able to capture the verve and the tension which had rarely 
                    failed him throughout the larger part of his career. The Images 
                    are a case in point. The orchestra play beautifully but 
                    the music often hangs fire. The comparison with Munch is startling, 
                    but let me give a few timings. I will explain what the other 
                    performances mentioned are doing here in due course.
                  
                    
                      | IMAGES  | 
                      Gigues | 
                       Ibéria   | 
                       Rondes de printemps  | 
                    
                    
                      | Monteux, 1963  | 
                      07:18   | 
                      20:14  | 
                      07:58 | 
                    
                    
                      | Munch   | 
                       06:30   | 
                      19:28 | 
                       07:15 | 
                    
                    
                      | Celibidache, Turin 1969 | 
                       08:12 | 
                      22:50 | 
                       07:41* | 
                    
                    
                      | Gui, Rome 1962  | 
                      08:22  | 
                       21:26 | 
                      07:46  | 
                    
                  
                  
                  
                  *timing includes 
                    a few seconds of applause
                  These timings 
                    differ slightly from those in the booklets - and reproduced 
                    in the heading above - since according to my computer those 
                    timings are wrong; mostly a matter of seconds but a discrepancy 
                    of about 7 minutes in the case of Munch’s Ibéria. 
                  Munch was a quite 
                    different kind of Debussy conductor, of course. No one has 
                    succeeded better than he in causing great euphoric washes 
                    of sound to well out from the orchestra, in giving a coursing 
                    vitality to the quicker pieces, in embracing the slower movements 
                    with rich timbres and subtle nuances. It would be possible 
                    to feel, though, that his concentration on – or exaltation 
                    of – certain aspects of Debussy leave other aspects unsaid. 
                    Nobody in my experience has shown such an understanding of 
                    Debussy’s lights and shadows as Sergiu Celibidache. He can 
                    galvanize the orchestra into euphoric flights no less thrilling 
                    than Munch’s, yet he can suddenly still the turmoil and reveal 
                    dark happenings below the surface. The problem is that, at 
                    present, DG have issued a Stuttgart disc containing La 
                    mer, Nocturnes (all three) and just Ibéria from 
                    the Images while EMI have a mixed Munich recital including 
                    a further Ibéria. The Turin performance of the complete 
                    Images may have been issued in bootleg form in the 
                    days of LP or very early CD but even if you could get it these 
                    pirated issues had very lacklustre sound. I do hope somebody 
                    will issue officially some of Celibidache’s RAI legacy which 
                    is very extensive, covering about twenty years of his career 
                    and perhaps marking the apogee of his interpretative powers. 
                    As you can see, his tempi were not yet markedly slower than 
                    those of other conductors. His Stuttgart and Munich periods 
                    may offer better recordings but his art was by then increasingly 
                    heading towards self-parody.
                  I had originally 
                    intended to listen to the Gui again without actually mentioning 
                    it in the review, since the prospect of its ever being made 
                    available is fairly remote. But it does have a bearing on 
                    the argument, for both Monteux and Gui were before all else 
                    “faithful” interpreters rather than imaginative re-creators 
                    like Munch and Celibidache, yet Gui’s Italianate warmth ensures 
                    that the performances, though slowish, do not sag as Monteux’s 
                    do. I wonder if an earlier Monteux version, or a live one, 
                    exists? 
                  Two years earlier 
                    Monteux was in much finer form. As well as the expected orchestral 
                    refinement there is the overall sweep lacking in 1963, the 
                    clouds passing steadily overhead and the Fêtes celebrated 
                    with tingling vitality. This time it is Monteux who is swifter: 
                  
                  
                    
                      | NOCTURNES | 
                      Nuages | 
                       Fêtes | 
                    
                    
                      | Monteux | 
                       06:53   | 
                      06:06 | 
                    
                    
                      | Munch  | 
                       07:24  | 
                       06:45 | 
                    
                  
                  This all goes 
                    to show that tempo has little to do with it, for it is still 
                    Munch who creates the more sensual, colouristic display, leading 
                    the ear onward with his inspired control of nuance. Or rather, 
                    perhaps it shows that, if a relatively literal style of interpretation 
                    is adopted, then it is better for tempi not to be too slow 
                    if the music is not to hang fire as it does in Monteux’s Images. 
                    If forced to choose, I think I would still opt for Munch, 
                    for there is such a charisma, such a sense of high and palmy 
                    living exuded by his Boston recordings, or at least those 
                    of French music, that makes them irresistible. But I am glad 
                    to have these refreshingly direct Monteux alternatives.
                  Lastly, the Prélude 
                    à l’après-midi d’un faune:
                  
                    
                      | Monteux | 
                      09:27 | 
                    
                    
                      | Munch  | 
                      09:06 | 
                    
                    
                      | Gui   | 
                      09:52 | 
                    
                  
                  Monteux’s reading 
                    evokes the cool, classical world of the faun; Munch takes 
                    his cue from Mallarmé’s erotic poem and evokes naked passions. 
                    Gui, with the close collaboration of an outstanding - if too 
                    closely-miked - flautist, seems to have all the time in the 
                    world to unfold a reading that drips Roman decadence. After 
                    all, Fellini had shot “La dolce vita” only two years earlier! 
                    Incidentally, if anyone ever does issue these Gui performances, 
                    I hope they will attempt to find out who this flautist was, 
                    since it could very well be the much-missed Severino Gazzelloni, 
                    who played first flute in the RAI’s Rome orchestra for many 
                    years, even after he had embarked on a solo career as one 
                    of the world’s top flautists. 
                  As I said at the 
                    beginning, this is a disc for Monteux admirers and collectors 
                    of vintage performances. They will of course find numerous 
                    felicities in Monteux’s handling of the Images even 
                    if the performances do not quite hang together; I see that 
                    many distinguished critics do not agree with me over this 
                    anyway. For the general collector, in order to compete with 
                    the Munch compilation, something else needed to be added. 
                    The Saint Sébastian music would presumably have been 
                    too long and the original Ravel couplings have been used elsewhere. 
                    Looking at alternative Images from the Decca/Philips 
                    stable, I see that one by Ataulfo Argenta (Decca) was well 
                    considered in its day, but it is in mono only. I wonder if 
                    Eloquence might not have done better to turn to the Ansermet 
                    performances. That way we could have had all three Nocturnes. 
                    He also recorded several other short pieces that might have 
                    been slipped in, providing a motive to buy this disc as well 
                    as the Munch, rather than one or the other.
                  The booklet notes 
                    are good, but I have to pick up Raymond Tuttle on a point 
                    of fact that commentators from outside the British Isles - 
                    I presume he is Australian - often get wrong. Speaking of 
                    Gigues he says “… and when the oboe d’amore introduces 
                    the jig theme – a fragment from the Scots folk song ‘The Keel 
                    Row’ – …”. Apart from the fact that “The Keel Row” is Northumbrian, 
                    whatever Debussy might have supposed, the theme introduced 
                    by the oboe d’amore is Debussy’s own; “The Keel Row” merely 
                    provides the four-note motive – its lower-note flattened to 
                    outline Debussy’s favourite whole-tone scale – which is heard 
                    at the opening and pervades the whole piece.
                  Christopher 
                    Howell
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