Salmanov Reference 
                http://home.wanadoo.nl/ovar/salmanov.htm 
              
The Russian composer 
                Vadim Nikolayevich Salmanov was born 
                on 4 November 1912 in St. Petersburg 
                and died there on 27 February 1978. 
                After piano studies with his father 
                he took theory lessons from Akimenko 
                then moved to the Leningrad Conservatory 
                where from 1936 until 1941 his compositions 
                lessons were taken with Mikhail Gnessin. 
                He joined the staff of the Conservatory’s 
                composition department in 1947 and remained 
                there in various capacities until his 
                death. Music had not always been the 
                most natural choice for him. He pursued 
                a career in geology up until 1936. 
              
 
              
Salmanov's four symphonies 
                are each about thirty minutes long. 
                The four symphonies are represented 
                here by recordings taken from concert 
                performances; in many cases presumably 
                the concert premieres. In each case 
                the symphony was premiered by the Leningrad 
                Philharmonic conducted by Evgeny Mravinsky. 
              
 
              
The First Symphony: 
                The opening is reminiscent of the music 
                for the Teutonic knights in Prokofiev's 
                Alexander Nevsky mixed with hushed 
                and etiolated mystery - to return in 
                the second movement - and lyrical inspirations 
                reminiscent of Miaskovsky's Fifth and 
                Sixth Symphonies. Its finale has one 
                of those scuttling, conspiratorial tense 
                chases part recalling Bruckner's Romantic 
                but at 00.46 it soon picks up on 
                the cavalry charge élan of Miaskovsky. 
                Here is a symphony not immune from rodomontade 
                (III 2:03) but clearly more in sympathy 
                with people like Boiko in the USSR and 
                George Lloyd in the UK than with true 
                originals like Shostakovich. The sound 
                is about 46 years old but apart from 
                a certain warbly quality is quite acceptable. 
                The echt Russian brass is evident in 
                the trumpets (III 4:56). 
              
 
              
Three years later and 
                we get the Second Symphony which 
                opens in plaintive melancholy with flute, 
                clarinet and oboe, chilly if not bleak. 
                The second movement Summons of Nature 
                is packed with fast-darting detail 
                recalling a Prokofiev scherzo ballet 
                movement. Pealing stratospheric violins 
                trade gestures with minatory brass the 
                national identity of which is never 
                in doubt (IV 3:17). 
              
 
              
As many years separate 
                the Third and Second symphonies 
                as divide the first two. However Salmanov's 
                four movement Third flirts with a medley 
                of dodecaphony and tonality. The posturing 
                of the first movement is unconvincing 
                but the modest Andante with its 
                sighing dissonances is more substantial 
                fare. There is a scarifying goblins' 
                scherzo in the shape of the allegro 
                vivace. Salmanov is often better 
                with gentle canorial ideas. With a Bergian 
                tinge this lyricism returns for the 
                Andante non troppo finale which 
                ends ominously. The Cold War had perhaps 
                taken its toll. For all that Salmanov 
                was seen as a loyal apparatchik and 
                has been bracketed with Khrennikov this 
                symphony ends without staged heroics 
                and fluttering banners. 
              
 
              
His Fourth last 
                symphony came in 1977. It has been dubbed 
                by Salmanov researcher Mark Aranovsky, 
                a ‘farewell symphony’. Salmanov died 
                at the age of 66, one year later but 
                was present at the premiere. Aranovsky 
                speaks of 'its understated beauty, woven 
                from the same delicate colours as the 
                Leningrad sky during a summer sunset.' 
                Across three movements, of which the 
                first is almost as long as the other 
                two put together, Salmanov presents 
                three contrasted portraits. The second 
                movement Marciale is a knockabout 
                romp rife with toytown fanfares and 
                scathing Shostakovichian assaults. It's 
                an enigmatic presence when flanked by 
                what seem to be two musing eclogues 
                alive with touching soloistic gestures 
                from woodwind and solo violin. In the 
                final andante this reflective 
                material is matched up to strivingly 
                impassioned music at times torn by the 
                strife we hear in the first movement 
                of Shostakovich 6. However it is in 
                the cool Miaskovskian elegiac birdsong 
                of the flute at 5:42 that we glimpse 
                what is I think the real Salmanov. 
              
 
              
These recordings are 
                far from hi-fi but are of fair to middling 
                broadcast quality given their provenance. 
                If you enjoy exploration there are rewarding 
                works here. Of the four only the Third 
                strikes me as lame and ill-sorted. The 
                Fourth fascinates in its elegiac outer 
                movements; the breathing of the violins 
                at 8:44 in the finale remains a fine 
                inspiration. 
              
 
              
It's a pity that the 
                liner-notes tells us so little about 
                Salmanov. While these may be world premiere 
                recordings this is not the first time 
                they have been issued. 
              
 
              
Salmanov may have thumped 
                the tub at times but his symphonies 
                were more often rounded with a curve 
                into serenity than a thundering bombastic 
                call-to-arms. 
              
Rob Barnett