Spohr’s first two Quintets were written whilst he was 
          orchestral director at the Theater an der Wien from 1813-15. Their genesis 
          was superbly pragmatic. Johann Tost, formerly a violinist, for whom 
          Haydn had written his Quartets Opp 54, 55 and 64 and Mozart his K593 
          and K614, had now retired and set up as a businessman. He asked Spohr 
          to compose chamber music, thirty ducats for a quartet, thirty-five for 
          a quintet, with Tost to retain the manuscript and to be performed only 
          with Tost in attendance. After three years the manuscript would be returned 
          to Spohr who was then free to get it published. This clandestine, labyrinthine 
          arrangement was devised solely in order for the wily Tost to attend 
          important salons where the works were performed and he could drum up 
          trade for his cloth business. 
        
 
        
The Op 33 Quintets were printed in the wrong order 
          and No 2 was actually written first shortly after Spohr had finished 
          his ever-delightful Nonet and it is a work of signal accomplishment. 
          Clearly it is Mozartian in impulse, with four-movements lasting fully 
          thirty-seven minutes. The first violin part is reminiscent of the quatuor 
          brillant works of which Spohr was an adept exponent and is virtuosic 
          to a considerable degree. The opening Allegro is a fourteen-minute movement 
          of sophisticated developmental potential and yet it would be hard, for 
          all its virility and incident, not to sympathise with the admittedly 
          biased contemporary reviewer, Ignaz Franz von Mosel (one of whose literary 
          efforts had earlier aroused Spohr’s contempt) when he wrote of its "eternal 
          re-chewing of the theme in every voice and key." Biased he may 
          have been but he had a point. The Scherzo features some witty first 
          violin passages over accompanying strings – these are very much first 
          violin dominated quintets – and there is in Spohr, as so often, a coalescence 
          of resoluteness and humour, of a determined wit. The third movement 
          variations are clearly delineated with strong entry points for the individual 
          strings – especially the sympathetic cello writing. The finale opens 
          with alternating gentle and stern melodies – and then immediately a 
          rather stately theme enters, a quietly humorous one with harmonic variety 
          and some charming and highly individual stylistic features – blowsy 
          folk bands seem to have been en vogue at the time – leading to 
          a marvellously comprehensive conclusion to a multi-faceted work; not 
          deep but full of passing interest. 
        
 
        
The E flat major Quintet never really attains this 
          level of achievement. In the Allegro there is some elegant high-lying 
          first violin writing over solidly underpinning support. The slow movement 
          makes a show of seriousness but soon gives way to good spirits whereas 
          the Minuet again features some virtuoso writing reminiscent of Spohr’s 
          contemporaneous Violin Concertos. The finale, an Allegretto, acknowledges 
          Spohr’s contemporary leanings as well as his historical affiliations. 
          There is a rather beautiful slow passage at 5’30 that reveals his ability 
          to surprise and distil a quixotic romantic sensibility into his scores 
          – and also some effortless violin virtuosity, before a benign and quiescent 
          ending. 
        
 
        
The Danubius Quartet with second viola Sandor Papp 
          are more than worthy exponents of Spohr’s Quintets. There can be some 
          muddiness in the inner voices but that’s as much Spohr’s responsibility 
          as that of the musicians. In its aversion to easy effects or to the 
          innovative Spohr might be seen as a retrogressive composer but, as the 
          Op 33 No 2 Quintet shows, there is plenty of room for a craftsman of 
          lyric abundance in the chamber literature. 
        
 
        
        
Jonathan Woolf