The numbering of Mendelssohn's compositions is often 
          misleading. For example, the present Quartet in A minor is listed as 
          his Opus 13, but it was composed in 1827, some two years before the 
          quartet known as Opus 12. At the time he wrote these pieces, the teenage 
          composer had recently experienced the disappointment of his opera The 
          Wedding of Camacho failing, and, moreover, he had been saddened 
          to learn of the death of Beethoven, a figure whom he revered. In this 
          context it is no wonder, then, that the music has a certain bitter-sweet 
          quality, in keeping with Mendelssohn's own need for consolation. 
        
 
        
In both quartets the music has a clear debt to Beethoven, 
          and this of course strengthens both the form and the expressive nature 
          of the music. There are strong grounds for taking the view that the 
          best of Mendelssohn is to be found in the chamber music, and anyone 
          wanting to put this contention to the proof could do no better than 
          investigate this splendid disc, containing performances of both skill 
          and understanding. 
        
 
        
Of the two, the A minor Quartet is perhaps the finer, 
          though both show the composer at the height of his powers. And what 
          powers they are, for the young Mendelssohn remains the world's greatest 
          ever creative prodigy, surpassing even Mozart. In both performances 
          the Vellingers play immaculately, but also with great expressive freedom. 
          The attention to detail in matters of dynamic nuance brings much reward 
          too: this is quartet playing of the highest order. 
        
 
        
Here Mendelssohn scores on every count. The melodic 
          invention is inspired, but the formal command is very strong and the 
          overall vision is hugely imaginative. Nowhere is this more so than in 
          the final phase of the Opus 13 Quartet, when the music moves into unexpected 
          regions, in which the highest praise is to confirm that the vision of 
          the performance matches that of the music. With a generous and imaginative 
          'encore' in the form of the surprisingly lyrical Fugue in E flat, this 
          is a disc to treasure. 
        
 
          Terry Barfoot