I paid five bucks for a copy of this, one previously owned by one Melinda Lacy, who did NOT take care of her records. so...on the hunt for a cleaner copy, becuase the music is better than excellent.
Apart from that (and the psychedlic-ish cover, which Melinda DID take good enough care of) is the fine-print notation that this was "an 8-channel Dolby recording mixed under the supervision of the conductor". Horenstein would have been about 70 at the time, and he was supervising mixing of 8 track session tapes...I've only been aware of him for a few years now, but wow, his fine attention to detail went beyond "just" interpreting the scores. When the scars of Melinda's carelessness recede on occasion, the recording itself sounds really, really good.
But really, wtf? is up with that ending, did Mahler have one of those sneezes that never really goes away until, like 4-5 tries?