Working 
                  in Farringdon Records on Cheapside in London, we poor shop-floor 
                  monkeys would occasionally be visited by a very nice Decca rep. 
                  He handed out record tokens as a parting gift after genial Giovanni 
                  the mad manager had put in improbably optimistic orders for 
                  multiple copies of Schumann’s Davidsbündlertänze or some 
                  such. The first LP I bought on the strength of this generosity 
                  was ECM 1277, the 1984 recording of Harmonium with the 
                  San Francisco Symphony Orchestra and Chorus conducted by Edo 
                  de Waart. This was John Adams’s first commission during his 
                  tenure as composer-in-residence with the San Francisco forces 
                  from 1979 to 1985. It appeared in 1981, around the same time 
                  as works such as Shaker Loops, and shared a similar sense 
                  of the sonorous. It did however provide a more romantic, softer 
                  and friendlier face for the fading fans of hard-line minimalism. 
                
I 
                  would be pushed to choose one performance and recording over 
                  the other. Robert Shaw’s timings are shorter than De Waart’s, 
                  but the massed voices and orchestra of Atlanta, all of whom 
                  are named in the booklet, have an equal sense of scale and grandeur. 
                  The recording is lush and gorgeous, but I have the impression 
                  that Symphony Hall in Atlanta is a little drier as an acoustic 
                  than the Davies Symphony Hall in San Francisco. The work has 
                  not always been received in a positive light in live 
                  performance, and the extended passages of atmospheric development 
                  can appear a bit long-winded these days. This is a piece which 
                  can stand or fall on the sense of expectancy and drama which 
                  the conductor and musicians create. Adams’s skill in producing 
                  grand gestures and well-orchestrated textures are thoroughly 
                  explored here. The same goes for his ability to create new music 
                  through a certain amount of musical ‘shopping’. There are a 
                  few echoes of Stravinsky and others here and there, but the 
                  biggest item for me, and one nobody seems to mention, is the 
                  fleecing of Louis Andriessen’s De Staat for the final 
                  movement, Wild Nights. You can’t call it plagiarism without 
                  getting into trouble, but I don’t know any other composer who 
                  would seriously imagine they could get away with it. 
                
My 
                  main reference for Rachmaninov’s The Bells has to be 
                  a Russian one. I’ve sought out the 1985 Melodiya recording by 
                  Dmitri Kitaenko conducting the Bolshoi Theatre Choir and Moscow 
                  Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra which appeared in Europe on 
                  the RCA/BMG label. Edgar Allan Poe’s text was in fact from the 
                  outset substituted in this piece for a version by symbolist 
                  poet Konstantin Balmont, so that singing the piece in the Russian 
                  language ‘fits’ in many ways much better to my ears that the 
                  American version sung on the Atlanta recording. Comparing the 
                  two is like comparing chalk and cheese in other ways however, 
                  with the Russian forces contrasting the grim and doom-laden 
                  with more Respighi like colourations in the lighter movements. 
                  The Atlanta forces sound more Hollywood than anything else in 
                  the opening, and the gloriously plush brass and choir refuse 
                  steadfastly to make the hairs stand on end, even when the bells 
                  are ‘sobbing, in their throbbing, what a tale of horror dwells!’ 
                  No, there ain’t no horror here, and it all ends up sounding 
                  rather jolly. 
                
This 
                  is not to say that this is a bad performance. There is plenty 
                  of cracking playing, and while the chorus sounds a bit colourless 
                  compared to the rough intensity of the Russian voices, they 
                  do have plenty of dynamic unity. I’m certainly not one to claim 
                  that only Russian musicians can perform this or any other manifestly 
                  Russian-manufactured music. Victor Ledbetter is a powerful soloist, 
                  as is Renée Fleming, and if Karl Dent is a little less forceful 
                  then he certainly makes up for it in musical sensitivity and 
                  expression. If the language is not a barrier then you will probably 
                  end up with little to complain about with this recording. The 
                  booklet notes have a useful and fairly detailed analysis of 
                  the piece by Nick Jones, including numerous musical illustrations 
                  and pointing out Rachmaninov’s allusions to other pieces. I 
                  just found myself recognising these references more in the Russian 
                  recording than in this one, as well as the influence it must 
                  have had on later composers such as Shostakovich. It may be 
                  that the Russian ‘sound’ brings more familiarity than with the 
                  Americans, but I found myself a little frustrated by the relaxed 
                  luxury of the whole thing. It’s all a little too well-fed and 
                  healthy to make it really moving.
                
              
With a living American 
                composer and a Russian from a country on the brink of revolution 
                looking at each other from across the Atlantic with works of similar 
                scale and magnitude, this is in fact not quite the strange coupling 
                one might imagine. The accessibility of Adams’s writing in Harmonium 
                chimes in well with Rachmaninov’s The Bells, and while 
                there is as much to contrast as to compare, the dramatic content 
                of both works ultimately contains similar aims. I think I would 
                take de Waart’s marginally more vibrant ECM recording of the former. 
                Have a listen to the LSO chorus and orchestra with André Previn 
                on EMI for an alternative Western recording - sung in Russian 
                - for the Rachmaninov if you get the chance. This release also 
                includes a powerful recording of Prokofiev’s Ivan the Terrible. 
                John Adams’s Harmonium is also available on Nonesuch 
                with a decent coupling of the Klinghoffer Choruses if the 
                idea of buying a CD with only 32 minutes of music appals. If you 
                like the idea of having both of these pieces on one disc then 
                there’s plenty to enjoy with Robert Shaw, but I find The Bells 
                too much of a flock-lined compromise to make this a 100% recommendation, 
                even at budget price.
                
                Dominy Clements