Having lived with the sets conducted by Vaclav 
                Neumann and Neeme 
                Järvi for many years now, it is always nice to have one’s 
                ears re-awakened by a new orchestral recording of Martinů, 
                especially one played with as much commitment as on this new Belgian 
                production. 
                  
Martinů’s 
                    Fourth Symphony is one of his most luminous scores, and the 
                    details in its orchestration benefit greatly from modern digital 
                    recording techniques. Well performed and still richly deserving 
                    of its place in the catalogue, Neumann’s Supraphon set has 
                    nonetheless been surpassed by the best of the more recent 
                    releases, in terms of colour and effect if not necessarily 
                    in those of performance. This new Fuga Libera recording is 
                    highly revealing in this regard, and Walter Weller also has 
                    a good sense of where Martinů’s little brush strokes 
                    of accompaniment in the percussion and elsewhere should make 
                    their mark. The triangle at the end of the first movement 
                    is a case in point, ringing out like you never heard it before, 
                    and in tune as well. The piano is also an important colour 
                    in this spectrum, but there are a few places where it jumps 
                    out of the texture a little too freely for my taste – more 
                    a marginal issue of recorded balance than an aspect of the 
                    performance. It’s nice to hear one of Martinů’s favourite 
                    instruments used so effectively and played so well, but to 
                    my mind it just splashes a little too far forward on a few 
                    occasions. 
                  
Tempi 
                    are good throughout this recording, with a fine sense of urgency 
                    in the second movement Scherzo, as well as a very brisk 
                    Poco allegro finale. If one or two of the inner sections 
                    linger perhaps a little too lovingly, then these are at least 
                    valid if you take a more pastoral view of these moments. 4:04 
                    into the 2nd movement, in the Moderato second 
                    section, the pacing does need either to have more forward 
                    momentum or to build or grow in some way. The contrast with 
                    the Da capo repeat of the opening later on is more 
                    dramatic as a result, but if I were to ride my bike that slowly 
                    I would fall off. 
                  
That 
                    Largo third movement is one which can take your soul 
                    into a new dimension, stretching it beyond and out and back, 
                    uplifting the spirit in a poignantly moving elegy. The Belgian 
                    strings have been well coached and create a magnificent sonic 
                    landscape, with well timed expressive restraint and warmth 
                    in equal measure. That crucial moment, with solo strings soaring 
                    at 3:10, is one of heartbreaking beauty, and I was delighted 
                    to hear the short piano solo reinstated at 4:24, a passage 
                    expurgated from other versions for some reason. The fourth 
                    and final movement is a rousingly swift conclusion, with the 
                    virtuoso abilities of the orchestra flexed to the full. 
                  
Estampes 
                    was Martinů’s final 
                    orchestral work, and is one of those pieces which seems to 
                    re-invent itself s time goes on, as well as being evidence 
                    of the composer’s own continuing musical explorations even 
                    late in life. Harp, mandolin, and other instrumental colours 
                    and combinations make it stand out as entirely different to 
                    the symphony, as does Martinů’s economy of means and 
                    sometimes almost ascetic pointillism with the orchestra. There 
                    are plusher moments of course, but the whole thing has an 
                    edgy quality which is brought out well by these Belgian forces. 
                    The gently lyrical and moving moods of the second movement 
                    are dissuaded from taking too much grip, with brusque interruptions 
                    in the central Allegro moderato. The typical Martinů 
                    gestures are present in the third and final Poco allegro, 
                    but these are again shot through with strangeness – sometimes 
                    like a Hollywood film score, sometimes with an intense angularity 
                    which can sometimes seem to be bordering on confusion.
                  
My 
                    comparison for this work is that of the Czech Philharmonic 
                    conducted by Jiří Bĕlohlávek on a Supraphon disc released in 
                    1989. The Czech forces have an edge in terms of pungent local 
                    colour and depth, with all those gorgeous vibrato-laden horns 
                    and clarinets, but Walter Weller’s version stands up fairly 
                    well even in a drier acoustic and with marginally less joie 
                    de vivre. 
                  
Le 
                    Départ is a substantial 
                    symphonic interlude from Martinů’s 
                    opera The Three Wishes, and has appeared on 
                    disc before, 
                    but only the once we are told. This is from the composer’s 
                    Parisian period, but departs somewhat from Martinů’s 
                    ‘jazz-inspired’ works from this time, having a programmatic, 
                    late-romantic feel alongside his acidic ‘fingerprint’ harmonies 
                    and sinewy melodic lines. The work is very much of its time 
                    however, and the booklet notes correctly identify it as having 
                    a family resemblance to works such as Martinů’s Half-Time, 
                    and resonances with Honegger’s Pacific 321 and 
                    Rugby. The orchestra here gives this piece the full 
                    works, and gives the impression of enjoying itself immensely. 
                  
              
The 
                well chosen cover art of this attractively produced disc is from 
                1947, and by a Belgian artist called Georges Collignon. Walter 
                Weller once apparently recorded Martinů’s Symphony No.4 
                with the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic on EMI, but I can find 
                no evidence of this disc’s availability. I find his to be a refreshing 
                view on these works here, and on the strength of this release 
                I hope this team comes up with more. The National Orchestra of 
                Belgium is certainly up to the job of dealing with Martinů’s 
                tricky writing, and I would certainly join the queue for a complete 
                set.
                
                Dominy Clements