These 
                  performances are essential listening for Elgarians.  Both are 
                  flawed in execution, but both are valuable historical documents.  
                  The recording of the Second Symphony is more than that.  It 
                  is a genuinely exciting recording in its own right. 
                Elgar 
                  was just a couple of months shy of his 70th birthday 
                  when he took up the baton to record his second symphony for 
                  the second time.  He had been dissatisfied with his acoustic 
                  recording of three years before, and he conducts this performance 
                  as if he has a point to prove.  Energy levels are high, and 
                  anyone expecting an autumnal reading from a musical elder statesman 
                  will be surprised. 
                
              British 
                performance tradition suggests that this symphony sounds best 
                when taken at a stately pace.  Grandeur and glory certainly work, 
                as proved by conductors including Boult, Barbirolli, and two of 
                my favourites in this symphony, Sir 
                Edward Downes and Vernon 
                Handley.  But is this what Elgar had in mind?  On the evidence 
                of this recording, no.  Elgar's tempi in each of the four movements, 
                and in particular in the first and last movements, are swifter 
                than expected.  Overall he shaves 8-10 minutes off the average 
                performance time for this symphony.  For all the energy and drive 
                of the swaggering first movement, the daemonic third and the unbuttoned 
                finale, the second movement is touched by melancholy.  Everywhere 
                there is energy and enthusiasm.  There is more zip and snap to 
                this performance than you will find anywhere else.  This is not 
                merely a matter of tempi.   Nowhere does this performance feel 
                hard driven.  Instead, under Elgar's baton, you have a clear-eyed, 
                unsentimental reading of a majestic score that is affecting simply 
                because it does not try to be. 
                Only 
                  two modern interpreters come close to matching Elgar in forward 
                  momentum and excitement in this symphony.  They are Sir Georg 
                  Solti, whose recording with the London Philharmonic on Decca 
                  is probably the most exciting of modern accounts, and Sir Yehudi 
                  Menuhin, whose recordings of the symphonies (Virgin 7243 5 61430 
                  2 9) are real sleepers - relatively unheralded, but fantastically 
                  energetic. 
                Both 
                  modern rivals win in the sonic stakes and orchestral execution.  
                  The London Symphony Orchestra under Elgar is fallible.  The 
                  brass and strings cannot always keep up with Elgar's baton and 
                  there is an exposed trumpet gaff towards the end of the first 
                  movement, and the occasional cracked note from the horns.  Nonetheless, 
                  there is plenty to savour in their playing, including some wonderfully 
                  soupy portamento. 
                The 
                  recording of the second symphony was made in a single day, April 
                  Fool's Day 1927, in a blur of industry.  The beginning of the 
                  third movement was re-recorded in July of the same year to get 
                  rid of a tapping sound that was worrying Fred Gaisberg.  Naxos 
                  has included the 1 April take of the beginning of the Rondo 
                  as a pendant to the symphony, and it makes for an interesting 
                  comparison.  I seem to remember that my 1970s Elgar conducts 
                  Elgar HMV LP, which currently languishes in a box in the garage, 
                  included alongside this alternative take a brief rehearsal extract 
                  on which Elgar's voice is just audible.  It would have been 
                  nice to have that snapshot here too, but you can hardly complain 
                  that Naxos is ungenerous in its coupling. 
                Filling 
                  out the disc is Beatrice Harrison's pioneering recording of 
                  Elgar's cello concerto, again under the composer's baton, but 
                  this time accompanied by the New Symphony Orchestra (the London 
                  Symphony or London Philharmonic in a different guise?).  Harrison 
                  is no Casals or Du Pré, and although she plays with feeling, 
                  she has been bettered many times over in technique by cellists 
                  who followed.  She does not project a big tone in her first 
                  statement of the flowing theme of the first movement, and her 
                  playing lacks something in colour and nuance.  Occasionally 
                  her tuning also goes awry.  Nor is the orchestral playing always 
                  tidy.  Still, there is plenty of delightful detail, especially 
                  from he winds – including the contrabassoon that, though not 
                  in Elgar's score, was included to enhance the bass registers.  
                  Again, though the performance hardly feels quick, Elgar's reading 
                  is taut and the recording takes a mere 25 minutes, rather than 
                  the half hour that is now common.  There is still some wallowing 
                  in the adagio, but precious little anywhere else. 
                Sound 
                  engineer Mark Obert-Thorn has cleaned up the original source 
                  material with obvious care, and the results are impressive.  
                  Of course, the 1920s sound is far from perfect, the dynamic 
                  range is constricted and the bass registers thin, but the transfers 
                  are honest and so is the music-making.  Ian Julier's erudite 
                  liner-notes complete an attractive reissue. 
                Tim Perry