
This release, seeing the light of day for the first time in this mid-priced series (the actual recording date isn’t given), contains a selection of
In the insane ’80s and early ’90s Leonard Slatkin and St. Louis were making so many recordings for RCA that it was difficult to keep
Yuri Temirkanov makes Prokofiev’s well-worn Classical Symphony sound invitingly fresh through his swift tempos and painstaking observance of rhythm, accent, and dynamic contrast. The outer
In Tchaikovsky’s First Piano Concerto, Fazil Say’s brittle, steel-edged engraving of the notes suggests little of Martha Argerich’s long-limbed ferocity or Van Cliburn’s tonal differentiation.
This CD surely proves the old adage that “actions speak louder than words.” Reading the program booklet notes, one is assailed by shameless, patronizing praise
Here we have three of Dmitri Shostakovich’s lighter, less troubled works idiomatically performed by the St. Petersburg Philharmonic–an orchestra that many observers consider to be