The virtues are self-evident: Dausgaard elicits some impressively accomplished and consistently bright-eyed playing, textures are sifted with watchful care...and his readings are abundantly musical, free of eccentricity and eschew any spurious expressive posturing...their innate good taste and sense of classical equilibrium never allowing the listener to forget for one moment Tchaikovsky's veneration of Mozart.

Tchaikovsky's textures are never problematically dense, but some of Dausgaard's tempi, especially his breakneck speed for the third-movement march, undermine the extra crispness the smaller-than-usual string section might have achieved.