Felix Mendelssohn was, in my opinion, the truly outstanding 
          melodist of the romantic age. Certainly, that is not to slight Schubert 
          or Schumann, who both wrote superbly for the voice, but it was Mendelssohn 
          who could "sing" effortlessly regardless of the musical medium. 
          His two string quintets, written at opposite ends of his life, bear 
          out his gift for melody. 
        
 
        
Nicholas Mann, in his program note for this recording 
          points out that, unlike his contemporaries, Mendelssohn was unthreatened 
          by Beethoven’s looming shadows where chamber music was concerned. This 
          is most certainly true, as evidenced by the ease with which he created 
          in this genre, and at the beautiful economy of form which I believe 
          is the glory of Mendelssohn’s output. There is never a case in which 
          an idea goes on for too long, nor does the music ever lose energy by 
          wandering aimlessly, a fault that is the downfall of many a romantic 
          chamber piece. 
        
 
        
The Mendelssohn String Quartet with guest violist Robert 
          Mann, give breathless performances of these two gems. The earlier work 
          fares better than the opus 87, which begins at a completely raucous 
          tempo, making the accompaniment figures a complete blur and obliterating 
          any chance that the melody has to soar. These übertempi also 
          wreak havoc on intonation, which is surprising from an ensemble so widely 
          heard and admired. Some peace is restored in the adagio movement, which 
          would be hard to harm even if the attempt was intentional. The opus 
          18 is played with a little more panache, and lacks the runaway character 
          of the other performance, but the annoying tendency of ’cellist Ulrich 
          Eichenauer to dig the lower strings in the faster movements is a total 
          distraction. One literally wonders if he put down the bow and picked 
          up a saw. 
        
 
        
BIS’s recorded sound is its typical shade of excellent. 
          One can seldom find much about which to complain when it comes to the 
          quality of this company’s production. I do wish, however that labels 
          would employ better writers for their booklets. Mann’s notes are adequate 
          in their information, but poor in their construction. Doesn’t anyone 
          care about the written word any more? 
        
 
        
These are certainly professional performances, but 
          I cannot call them either inspired or particularly pleasing enough to 
          warrant repeated listening. In this country, BIS is one of the most 
          expensive labels on the market, so I would be hesitant to rush out and 
          plop down more than twenty dollars for this disc, when there are better 
          performances to be had for cheaper. 
          Kevin Sutton