AntonŪn DVOŘŃK (1841-1904)
Symphony No. 9 in E minor From the New World, B178 Op.95 (1893) [42:03]
Pyotr Ilyich TCHAIKOVSKY (1840-1893)
Nutcracker Suite Op.71 (1891-92) [21:58]
Johann Sebastian BACH (1685-1750)
Toccata and Fugue in D Minor BWV 565 [9:02]
Leopold Stokowski and his Symphony Orchestra
rec.1947 (Bach, New World), 34th Street Studios, NYC, and November 1934, Church Studio No.2, Camden, NJ (Tchaikovsky)
DUTTON CDBP 9803 [72:23]

There are worse things to do than listen to Stokowskiís DvořŠk New World. As admirers of the conductor will know he had a long running discographic love affair with the symphony. There were numerous attempts to get things down on disc or tape over the years. If youíre a real, probably sleepless and obsessive Stokowskian you will know of the unpublished 1917 acoustic of the third movement, the 1919 abridged second movement (a 1921 recording of the same was never issued), and then the reduced band 1925. Soon after that came a 1927 remake, then the famed 1934 - all these with the Philadelphia obviously - and then the 1940 All American, the one disinterred by Cala and the subject of this review, and after that recordings with the American Symphony in 1967 (unpublished) and the 1973 New Philharmonia.

Realistically and sonically we can note that the 1925 early electric was buffeted by tuba reinforcements and is something of a trial but the rapid remake two years later was more like it. Itís a question of taste as to which others you will prefer - the 1940 All American, 1947 his Symphony Orchestra and the most pleasingly recorded performance of all (because the latest), the Philharmonia.

Those with capacious bank accounts might reckon that several accounts merit archiving. And so in this spirit what of this 1947 recording, made with Ďhisí symphony orchestra, amongst whose serried ranks sat such luminaries as John Corigliano, Leonard Rose, Walter Trampler, David Oppenheim and Robert Bloom - all from the NYPSO in other words; the cor anglais player was Mitch Miller, whose playing Iím afraid Iíve never much liked and whose second movement solo here I definitely donít like, but Iím in a minority of one on that score.

Iím not sure who was the principal flautist but his oscillatory vibrato makes something tremulous of the opening statements of the Symphony. But thereís plenty of bite and power in the lower strings, a snappy, sappy violin cantilever and plenty of vertiginous dynamics in the big acoustic of the Manhattan Center, New York. Similarly big band percussion makes itself felt and the horns cry with passionate conviction; the winds have nothing Czech about them at all but thereís much to enjoy nevertheless. Stokowskiís string cushion in the slow movement is typically expressive and heís much slower than, say, Ancerl, Talich or Reiner. A conventional enough Scherzo follows, though it has plenty of personality and strength of character before we reach the finale. This is terse, powerful and toward the end Stokowski canít help himself; he sticks in a tam-tam and reinforced brass and ends in a veritable if dubious blaze of glory. Iím not going to censure too much, because I did enjoy it and there are plenty of rectitudinous accounts out there if you suffer from an allergy to conductorial editing.
Isnít it disappointing that Stokowski pretty much ignored all the other symphonies?

The Bach is a familiar 1947 recording, set down in March 1947. There is tremendous panache and sonority, as one would expect, and a raft of intensity and grandeur. Recorded thirteen years earlier, the Tchaikovsky Nutcracker Suite takes us back to Philadelphia days. He had already set down his first discographic thoughts with the same orchestral back in 1926 but this later three 78 set provides an even greater sense of aural projection and warmth. The winds, flutes especially, are on magnificent form, and the rich sense of rubato Stokowski generates Ė try the Dance of the Flutes Ė is well nigh irresistible. This is a marvellously alert, vivid reading exploiting every crevice of the orchestraís famed virtuosity and sense of individual and corporate colour.

Cala has released the Tchaikovsky [CACD0521] and DvořŠk recordings [CACD0550]. The latter was a front-on recording, almost truculently present and Cala presents it with vivid immediacy, whilst Dutton has preferred a more interventionist approach, trying to tame some of its brasher qualities. There is no direct overlap so couplings, as much as transfer philosophies, may dictate your choice.

Jonathan Woolf

There are worse things to do than listen to Stokowskiís DvořŠk New World.