This is a good, sound
                      coupling of music by two stars of the Portuguese musical
                      firmament, born over a generation apart; certainly better
                      than some of the odd conjunctions that Freitas Branco in
                      particular has suffered over the years on various labels. 
                
                 
                
                His
                      1916 Violin Concerto, written in the same year as the Delius,
                      receives its première recording here. The orchestration
                      is immediately arresting but we soon get treated to a raft
                      of influences on the young composer – Bruch, Rimsky and
                      Dvořák in the main with a touch of Brahms and a little
                      Bruckner in the finale. This rather vulgar summary doesn’t,
                      obviously, do justice to Freitas Branco’s imaginative resources.
                      The answering phrases between soloist and orchestra are
                      adept and the lyric flights of the violin from, say, 5’00
                      onwards are a delight. The extensive cadenza from 6’00
                      onwards is far too early and a sure sign of imbalance and,
                      to be frank, some of the later writing in the opening movement
                      does sound more than a touch square. 
                
                 
                
                Still,
                      the Scheherazade feel that pervades the slow movement
                      is tinged with Wagnerian harmonic depth and there’s a strongly
                      vocalised feel to the melodies over the rippling harp accompaniment.
                      The brass flare-ups are certainly Wagnerian enough though
                      the triumphalist march that starts the finale contains
                      a touch of Bruckner. Too much note-spinning rather limits
                      one’s admiration for the finale but it’s a youthful work
                      full of a certain undigested promise. 
                
                 
                
                Braga
                      Santos’s two scores are cut from a more mature cloth, being
                      the work of a man upwards of thirty-five. The earlier of
                      the two is the impressive Divertimento No.1 a three-movement
                      work based on popular themes – very unusual for him. The
                      splendidly orchestrated writing is certainly drenched in
                      dance rhythms, whilst managing to retain independence and
                      a certain warm clarity; something of Vaughan Williams’s
                      mid period symphonic writing is here as well. The last
                      of the three movements gorges on skirl and Sibelius, building
                      to a driving climax (see review of Marco Polo recording
                      of both Divertimentos).  
                
                                 
                
                His
                      1968 ballet Crossroads is a story of bride, ruffians
                      and village merriment. It’s brief – not much more than
                      quarter of an hour – and cast in five scenes. There’s a
                      driving tarantella and a rather terse section for the Lisbon
                      neighbourhood dance before a cacophonous percussive outburst.
                      Things are simplified for a harmonically straightforward
                      Fandango and we end in open-air freshness in the final
                      General Dance scene. A most attractive work, this, and
                      unpretentious but full of contrastive devices, rhythms,
                      colours and moods (see review of Marco Polo recording of
                      Crossroads)
                  
Alexandre da Costa makes
                      a good case for the Violin Concerto. He doesn’t have a
                      romantically opulent tone but it is very centred and he
                      employs some super-fine and quick portamenti to lace the
                      solo line with provocative period devices.  The Orquestra
                      Sinfónica de Extremadura under Jesús Amigo acquit themselves with credit, though the strings certainly
                      sound undernourished in the Concerto. The recording is
                      a touch blowsy. Decent notes. It all adds up to a courageous
                      and enjoyable release.                  
                      
                      Jonathan Woolf
                          
 
                  
                  
                  
              
              
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