Well, this is a let-down. I fell head-over-heels for Robert 
                  Fuchs’ first two string serenades (see review), 
                  but these later three are - sorry! - kind of boring. The first 
                  time I listened to the disc, I did so in one sitting, holding 
                  out hope for the finale of the last serenade, which is a rousing 
                  parody of Johann Strauss. It was hard to be patient, because 
                  the music here is all derivative and a lot of it just drags 
                  on and on. Robert Fuchs was a very important figure in music 
                  history, his place in which is very well-described in the booklet 
                  essay, but these last three serenades aim to charm and only 
                  sometimes do. 
                    
                  The Serenade No 3 opens with a slow movement, a trick which 
                  can be done well (see Suk’s incredible serenade) but isn’t 
                  here, since the music (andante sostenuto) provides no immediate 
                  interest. Then we have to plod through a six-minute minuet and 
                  an allegretto before arriving at the first bit of the CD with 
                  any harmonic or dynamic contrast, a Hungarian-style finale. 
                  
                    
                  The Fourth and Fifth serenades date from much later in Fuchs’ 
                  career, when he had evidently cast aside any last vestiges of 
                  youthful freshness and enthusiasm to write dour, solid Germanic 
                  stuff. No 4 very elegantly blends the sounds of French horns 
                  into the ensemble, and the opening andante sostenuto (again!) 
                  manages a very late-Brahmsian kind of autumnal beauty. But when 
                  Fuchs immediately doubles back to blandly cheery dances afterward, 
                  the result is patently artificial. 
                    
                  Compared to the sweet innocence of the first two serenades, 
                  one gets the sense of a composer too concentrated on having 
                  fun properly to really allow himself to have fun. Even the Johann 
                  Strauss parody (more of a loving homage, really) which rounds 
                  out No 5 is a little too earnest and hardworking. What made 
                  the first two serenades so much fun is that they seemed not 
                  to be trying: they just danced, these wispy, sweet little 
                  trifles. The stuff on the present CD, not so much. The Cologne 
                  Chamber Orchestra plays with the same excellent intonation they 
                  displayed last time, and they’re extremely well recorded. 
                  The blame falls on Robert Fuchs. 
                    
                  Brian Reinhart