What came to an end here was not music, or a symphony or anything like that, but the darkness and the doubt that gnaws at us. A kind of "White Mass," then. And when it came to an end, in the Rosengarten in Mannheim (...), it was not applause that was heard. It was jubilation such as has not been experienced in an Academy concert, at least not in the past thirteen years. (...) Soddy manages, with a completely light and (...) direct approach, to free Bruckner from all earthiness (...) and allow him to fly. (...) Soddy arranges things on the spot and knows what belongs where. This leads to the unbelievably perfect sound picture.
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