Brahms had a special connection with Zurich. He attended 
                  the opening of the Tonhalle, the city’s famous concert 
                  hall, in 1895 and was the only living composer to be featured 
                  on the ceiling painting; it’s reproduced in the booklet 
                  for this set, part of the altogether splendid packaging. The 
                  latter-day descendants of the orchestra for that opening concert 
                  have here given us a cycle of symphonies with which I am sure 
                  the composer would have been very pleased. 
                    
                  The first thing that strikes you is the beauty and colour of 
                  the playing. Both times I’ve heard them live, it’s 
                  the Tonhalle strings that have impressed me most, rich and rounded, 
                  oozing with character. This makes them ideal for Brahms. The 
                  mellow beauty of the Second’s first movement suits 
                  them perfectly, but they also develop a distinctive sheen, even 
                  a slight hard edge, for the more high energy moments, such as 
                  the opening movement of the First or the invigorating 
                  downward sweep that opens the Third. There is also some 
                  sensational wind playing and some first rate solos, such as 
                  the oboe in the First and the clarinet in the slow movements 
                  of the Third and Fourth. The playing alone would 
                  be worth the asking price, but it’s Zinman’s dynamic 
                  conducting that holds the set together. His reading of each 
                  symphony carries a clear sense of a transformational journey 
                  which, for me, went beyond the ordinary. The transition from 
                  darkness to light in the First is obvious, but Zinman 
                  breaks it down still further so that there is ebb and flow in 
                  each movement: in the first movement’s Allegro, 
                  for example, there is an almost tangible feeling of the drama 
                  and tension of the first subject being tamed by the gentler 
                  lyricism of the second. The Second carries a steady trajectory 
                  towards the celebration of the finale, but Zinman takes this 
                  movement just a touch slower than many so that the ebullience 
                  is contained within a certain set of rules. The Third 
                  also seems to go on a steady path from the exhilaration of the 
                  opening to an increasing sense of melancholy which is almost 
                  - but not quite - solved by the finale. Only in the first two 
                  movements of the Fourth was that sense of direction a 
                  little lacking. The tension and energy ups dramatically with 
                  the Scherzo and the final Passacaglia becomes so intense as 
                  to be almost unbearable. 
                    
                  It helps that these live recordings were all taped within two 
                  days, so we have here an unusually coherent reading of Brahms’ 
                  symphonic oeuvre. Sections of the press have damned this set 
                  with faint praise, calling it a safe middle-of-the-road Brahms 
                  cycle, but for me it’s much more than that: it’s 
                  an intelligent, well argued reading of this great cycle which 
                  stands comparison with any Brahms set that has come my way in 
                  recent years. Zinman is very much in the traditional mould of 
                  Brahms interpreters, eschewing the approaches of Harnoncourt 
                  or Gardiner, but he argues convincingly that there is still 
                  a place for this in our 21st century and he certainly 
                  carried me along with him. The sound, by the way, is excellent, 
                  rich and bloomy with plenty of clarity for the inner voices. 
                  
                    
                  Incidentally, for those who are interested in such things, Zinman 
                  observes all the exposition repeats. Live as these recordings 
                  are, the audience is exceptionally well behaved and there is 
                  not a hint of a cough throughout. Applause, and there must have 
                  been much, is also absent. My only quibble is that the CDs give 
                  us barely any time to digest one movement before the next begins, 
                  surely an unnecessary compression of space when there is so 
                  much spare time on each disc. 
                    
                  Simon Thompson