Naxos has already issued its transfers of, amongst other things, 
                  Talich’s pre-War recordings of the Seventh and Eighth 
                  Symphonies and Slavonic Dances (see 
                  review). Now comes the Sixth, which exists in only this 
                  traversal, as he wasn’t asked to record it in the studios 
                  in the 1950s and no surviving broadcast is known. The Czech 
                  Philharmonic was on tour in Britain at the time, and decamped 
                  to Abbey Road to set down a portfolio of discs. 
                    
                  For lissom and curvaceous allure, for a protean unravelling 
                  of the work’s more folkloric hues, and for interpretative 
                  insight, it still takes some beating. The arresting peaks of 
                  the first movement are securely anchored by a firmly nourished 
                  bass line and one listens to the wind principals for their raptly 
                  individualist contributions. Vladimír Říha, 
                  the great clarinettist, is prominent here, but so too are the 
                  strings, led with malleable expressivity and springing rhythm 
                  by Alexander Plocek - who made on 78s one of the greatest recordings 
                  of the Janáček Sonata - and alongside him his colleague 
                  Egon Ledeč. The tender string line of the slow movement 
                  and the subsequent folkloric episodes are all delineated and 
                  characterised with great affection. Listen out for the cantabile 
                  from around 4:30 with its warmth and yearning. Listen out as 
                  well for oboist Josef Deda, first flute Karel Hanzl and for 
                  the sheer allure and unforced richness of the individual and 
                  corporate sonority of an orchestra in prime form. In the scherzo 
                  one can hear Karel Bidlo’s bassoon chuckling and chattering 
                  away, but he is just one amidst a phalanx of tone colourists 
                  supreme. The noble textures of the finale, the quizzical flurry 
                  of wind writing, and the splendid race to the finish conclude 
                  a reading of total dedication, assurance, technical eloquence 
                  and interpretative richness. Talich is the fulcrum, the animating 
                  spirit that releases this buoyant musicality. 
                    
                  The sessions also gave us Suk’s Serenade which Talich 
                  returned to in 1951. This has rather more obvious portamenti 
                  than the symphony, attesting to its more sentimental side. Diminuendi 
                  are marvellously calibrated and there is a full complement of 
                  grazioso in the second movement. The slow movement is 
                  played with huge affection and warmth and tonal beauty. The 
                  pirouetting two-violin figure toward the end (Plocek and Ledeč) 
                  was actually suggested by Talich to Suk, who incorporated this 
                  delightful idea. The final work is the Sokol March (Into 
                  a New Life) which has apparently, according to Mark Obert-Thorn’s 
                  note and to my amazement, never been reissued since on LP or 
                  CD. It’s Talich’s only recording of it, and for 
                  all that it’s a zesty, optimistic affair written in the 
                  wake of the establishment of Czechoslovakia as a democratic 
                  entity, it also reveals hugely well-drilled corporate responses. 
                  
                    
                  Finally let me note the high number of first takes selected 
                  for issue at the time. Only two sides of the Symphony utilised 
                  a second take. 
                    
                  The Sixth has recently appeared on Opus Kura, but I’ve 
                  not had access to it for comparative purposes. Obert-Thorn’s 
                  transfers for Naxos however prove accomplished, and Tully Potter’s 
                  sleeve-note is one of his best. 
                    
                  I know some people are put off by recordings of this vintage 
                  but really, let’s be frank, they’re ill. This disc 
                  would speedily bring them back to sanity, and to reinvigorated 
                  life. 
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf
                  
                  see also review by Brian 
                  Reinhart