Robert Cohen made a big impression when his career 
          was launched during the 1970s, and these two recordings from 1980-81 
          came at a time when a major international career was developing for 
          him. If that never quite happened (we don't quite bracket him with Rostropovich); 
          he is still a fine cellist to this day, capable of bringing insights 
          into all the major works of the instrument's repertory. 
        
 
        
That is certainly the case here, in this pair of recordings, 
          of perhaps the two greatest concertos for the cello. The London Philharmonic 
          Orchestra plays well in each work, with a conductor for each who was 
          a specialist in his field. The recordings were made in venues whose 
          acoustics suit orchestral music supremely well, and they still sound 
          splendid twenty years later. 
        
 
        
Of the two performances, the Elgar comes across more 
          satisfactorily than the Dvorák. Although the opening cadenza 
          can sound bigger-boned than Cohen provides, the tone is pleasing, and 
          so too is the balance against and with the orchestra as the music proceeds. 
          There is a most sensitive attention to detail, and the relationship 
          between soloist and conductor is well thought out. This is an interpretation 
          which is of the highest order. 
        
 
        
The Dvorák performance is good too, but does 
          not to my mind possess the sweeping intensity this great work requires 
          of an interpretation. The playing is good, from everyone involved, and 
          the recording sounds well. But in the first movement especially the 
          ebb and flow is not powerful enough in its quasi-symphonic dimensions. 
          This has longer term implications, with the result that the emotional 
          drive of the music is not as overwhelming as it can be when the later 
          stages are reached, and the poignant music relating to the death of 
          the composer's first love, Josefina Cermakova, is heard just before 
          the final drive. 
        
 
        
This remains a performance to reckon with, all the 
          same, and at bargain price it is nothing if not competitive. 
        
 
        
Terry Barfoot