This ballet hotch-potch is a pretty random concoction.  It contains 
                recordings from four different orchestras, recorded at different 
                times in four different locations under different conductors.  
                It’s a collection of seemingly unrelated French ballet music with 
                very thin programme notes and varying quality performances.  It 
                seems as though Capriccio have simply got their hands on the licence 
                for a group of recordings and thrown them all together as a marketing 
                plan.  Nothing wrong with that, and the result is OK, but it’s 
                really nothing special. 
                  
The 
                    playing is at its best in the first half of the set.  Coppélia 
                    is given a very distinguised treatment in lovely, close sound, 
                    though for some reason the selection omits the Mazurka, surely 
                    Delibes’ most famous piece of music.  I’ve always had a soft 
                    spot for Les Sylphides, the warm, romantic orchestration 
                    somehow seemes entirely suited for Chopin’s music.  It’s probably 
                    the most successful thing in the whole set, played with lush 
                    legato and revelling in the rich textures, the acoustic of 
                    the Christus-kirche no doubt playing its role.  Equally, the 
                    excerpts from Giselle are well played and lovingly 
                    shaped. 
                  
The 
                    problems begin with Cendrillon, which just doesn’t 
                    seem to be that substantial musically.  Of course, it’s the 
                    compulsory ballet from a French opera, but it just doesn’t 
                    linger in the memory.  Debussy’s Toy Box, on the other 
                    hand, is a distinctively Debussian work with all of the shimmering 
                    textures and flickering uncertainties that he does so well.  
                    However, its story is narrated, somewhat like Peter and 
                    the Wolf, and there are no texts or even a synopsis to 
                    help guide you through, so its subtleties were lost on me.  
                    Sylvia is the biggest disappointment: here is a truly 
                    great ballet score, almost Wagnerian in its scope, but it 
                    is given a very underwhelming performance, vapid and without 
                    conviction. 
                  
              
So 
                Les Sylphides apart, this set is nothing special, but its 
                price might just tempt you to explore.
                
                Simon Thompson