First Hand is a new label but it’s quickly developed an 
                  astute eye for well packaged retrievals from the LP racks. Not 
                  only that it, but it has access to stereo tapes into the bargain 
                  and, as one saw with its Cherkassky release, this can make for 
                  elucidatory listening; unexpected listening too, in many ways. 
                  And here too we have not only 3 discs that are being released 
                  on CD for the first time but a number that are making a first 
                  ever stereo release. Fittingly the set was published to mark 
                  a dual anniversary -the 60th anniversary of the London 
                  Music Players and the 100th anniversary of the eminent 
                  violinist and quartet leader in his own right and conductor 
                  of the band, Harry Blech. 
                    
                  Blech had a talent for balance. He also had a talent for natural 
                  sounding tempi. Put together these enliven the Jupiter 
                  symphony. He ensures that the slow movement doesn’t trudge, 
                  that the bass line is mobile, that the Minuet is genially characterised, 
                  and that the finale’s machinations are delivered with 
                  crisp accenting and accuracy. The C major symphony [No.28] was 
                  recorded earlier in 1956 and it receives a spruce reading; the 
                  chamber sized string ensemble allowed a degree of clarity that 
                  contemporary symphonic orchestras couldn’t. Maybe there’s 
                  a slightly Beechamesque way with the Andante - no bad thing 
                  if the Bart was on good behaviour. 
                    
                  We hear that excellent two piano team of Vronsky and Babin in 
                  two concertos suitable for their direct and musical talents. 
                  Mozart’s E flat major [K365] shows their sensitive and 
                  warmly shaped phrasing in the central movement and also their 
                  crisp digitally superior playing of the outer movements. Certainly 
                  the pianos are over-recorded in relation to the band, much in 
                  the line of recordings of the time; one struggles to hear some 
                  orchestral counter-themes. But as with the F major concerto 
                  the fluency and genial spring, and refined sonorities, are a 
                  real tonic. 
                    
                  Arriaga’s D major symphony is a rewarding work whose rich 
                  lyricism is matched by the confident brio of its themes. It’s 
                  hugely enjoyable, and is a work that should be programmed more 
                  often, and Blech’s handling of its youthful resilience 
                  is estimable. 
                    
                  We also hear Haydn’s Drum Roll symphony. At a time 
                  when Haydn meant Beecham in London concert halls it’s 
                  enjoyable to hear Blech’s vital and well characterised 
                  reading. Things unfold very naturally indeed and one must note 
                  too the solo violin playing in the slow movement - was it by 
                  any chance Max Salpeter, who died very recently at the grand 
                  age of 105? Incidentally the producer for both these two symphonies 
                  was Berthold Goldschmidt. 
                    
                  This is by no means the end of the pleasures on offer in these 
                  well filled discs. The little Mozart Minuets and German Dances 
                  were unusual on disc at the time and the Posthorn Serenade too. 
                  This latter is all-stereo except for the finale, which dips 
                  into mono. 
                    
                  The remastering was carried out at Abbey Road using the original 
                  source material. It is first class in every respect. And I liked 
                  the book-like format which opens out neatly; its elegant simplicity 
                  is just right. An admirable release. 
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf
                  
                  see also review by John 
                  Sheppard (February 2010 Bargain of the Month)