Another dose of what I’m afraid I’ve come to regard as high altitude kitsch, with Strauss marking time in the score until the next good idea. I’ve never warmed to An Alpine Symphony. While the best bits stop just short of the sublime, the other parts teeter just short of banality. Even the “heart-stopping” nine to twelve horn sunrise fanfare always reminds me, bizarrely, of Caro mio ben. Any performance used to be a major event, now, every man and his dog has a go at it.

That said, it’s good to hear a fine orchestra like the MSO in full cry. Sir Andrew Davis and his forces enter a crowded field, up against Previn, Welser-Möst,...