way, consisting mostly of young musicians. The strings are the best performers. They are technically on the level and their sound is homogeneous. The woodwinds lack remarkably in their quality of tone and the brass are sometimes guilty of improper intonation. The evening started with Bucolics by the Estonian female composer Ester Mägi. A sorrowful sound landscape with bird-calls, sounds of nature and flute singing unperturbed with dissonant sharpness... As a modern work one has no need to consider it just seriously. Bucolics was an amiable anachronism.3 The chief conductor Arvo Volmer found that several hopes have been realised: the growth of stability, the foreign tours stood on an appreciable level, but there were not enough possibilities for recording and it was felt necessary to work more at home.4 1 Päevaleht 4 Nov. 1993. 2 Westdeutsche Zeitung [Düsseldorf] 19 Nov. 1996. 3
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