This fine bargain edition of live recordings of the complete Schubert symphonies 
      uses the new numbering now that it has been proved that the supposedly lost 
      Gmunden-Gastein symphony is the same as the “Great”, D.944. The latter was 
      formerly called the Ninth but is now known as Schubert’s Eighth and last 
      symphony. Correspondingly, the “Unfinished” is now the Seventh.
       
      These interpretations are by and large more tense and taut than the genial, 
      relaxed manner typified by many previous, celebrated interpreters. At times 
      Maazel pushes hard and thus does not quite conjure the wit and charm that 
      Beecham brought to his Schubert. That said, these are beautifully played 
      performances, demonstrating that Maazel is a deft, alert and flexible Schubertian. 
      The woodwind and horns are especially grateful onthe ear; the recording 
      acoustic is slightly “fat” and boomy but warm. There’s barely a sound from 
      the audience. All sections of the orchestra are very well balanced.
       
      The early symphonies are not necessarily masterpieces and contain nothing 
      especially memorable. Their free-flowing melodies occasionally flirt with 
      banality but Maazel brings out their wit, tunefulness and vivacity. He nicely 
      judges the triple-time dance rhythms which alternate with more dramatic 
      passages and conjures up the bitter-sweet melancholy so typical of Schubert’s 
      idiom. The youthful dynamism of the Allegro vivace finale to the 
      First Symphony carries over to the opening movement of the Second, making 
      me wonder if Mendelssohn was familiar with it. There is a kind of domestic 
      cosiness to the Andante, then the rustic Menuetto and Trio 
      and Presto vivace fourth movement are despatched with zest and 
      energy.
       
      Beecham’s classic recording has long been the touchstone for the Third. 
      It seems to me that he achieves a more characterful and better shaped “maestoso” 
      opening than Maazel, encompassing more light and shade. Maazel strikes a 
      more serious and restrained pose, with heavy timpani thwacks on the downbeat 
      in the Allegretto. This is suggestive of a certain solemn, Beethovenian 
      seriousness but also borrows that composer’s propulsion and drive. The Menuetto 
      and finale are both taken much faster than Beecham and as such are of a 
      piece with Maazel’s more dynamic interpretative stance. I was further surprised 
      to find myself preferring the clarity of Beecham’s 1958/59 recording, despite 
      its age and hiss. With Maazel I miss Beecham’s touches, such as his knowing 
      little hesitations. To me, this is the least successful in Maazel’s survey 
      of these symphonies.
       
      Maazel’s treatment of the Fourth is urgent and vital, especially hard-driven 
      in the Allegretto of the fourth movement, culminating in a thrilling 
      prestissimo climax. In the Allegro of the Fifth, again, fleetness 
      is the predominant characteristic at the expense of charm. Beecham takes 
      a more measured, nuanced approach affording him the more time to make points 
      while Maazel skates over the music. On the other hand, Maazel adopts a dreamier, 
      more affectionate manner in the Andante. This movement proves the 
      exception to Maazel’s generally brisker tempi but he reverts to type in 
      the propulsive Allegro vivace which concludes the work.
       
      This general sprightliness pays off in the Andante of the Sixth 
      which is truly flowing, whereas Beecham’s chosen speed is decidedly closer 
      to an Adagio and drains the movement of energy. The final movement 
      is hardly “moderato” but the scurrying Bavarian strings are fully up to 
      their conductor’s demands and take the audience on a breath-taking ride. 
      This serves to heighten the similarity between its main theme and the Allegro 
      vivace of the Eighth. Maazel is taking liberties here but I think he 
      has found a solution to preventing that last movement sounding trite. Beecham 
      opts instead for a more measured, ironic and whimsical approach.
       
      For all the incidental delights in the first six symphonies, any complete 
      set must stand or fall by the quality of the Seventh and Eighth, especially 
      as truly satisfying recordings of the latter are not exactly numerous. I 
      have always favoured Szell and Barbirolli until I recently discovered the 
      live performance by Knappertsbusch with the VPO in 1957. That has become 
      my new favourite, although all three are very fine.
       
      Maazel’s performance of D.944 brings weight and grandeur to the tutti sections 
      of the first movement but I would like to hear sharper articulation of the 
      dotted rhythm opening to the Andante con moto. The Scherzo 
      is first swift then sweetly fluid but Maazel’s treatment of the second subject 
      is almost casual, prefiguring a kind of rustic Schwung more redolent of 
      Dvorák. Other conductors (Barbirolli and Kna) make less of a contrast between 
      the subjects or take the whole thing at more of a lick (Szell). Maazel establishes 
      a more telling contrast. He gives us a convincing, coherent vision.
       
      The performance of D.759 is graced by gorgeous instrumental tone in every 
      department. The opening is rather more deliberately played than with Szell, 
      who creates a more arresting sense of brooding mystery whereas Maazel goes 
      for a mood of nervous tension; he is also more attentive to dynamics. He 
      opts at 3:31 to take the three minute repeat and majestically executes the 
      disturbing middle section when a succession of weighty chords introduces 
      the search to regain the home key. The Andante con moto is delightful; 
      lyrical and bucolic - especially so in the development section where the 
      woodwind are prominent.
       
      There is much to enjoy here and this makes an excellent complete edition, 
      even if individual recordings do not necessarily supersede established favourites.
       
      Ralph Moore
      
      Much to enjoy here … an excellent complete edition.
    
       
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