The Prades Festival performances given by Casals and 
          his extensive circle have rather overshadowed the series of concerts 
          given at the Perpignan Festival in July 1951. It was Alexander – Sasha 
          – Schneider of the Budapest Quartet who encouraged the initially reluctant 
          cellist to give a series of Summer Festivals in Prades and Perpignan, 
          Casals living in exile from Franco’s Spain. By degrees – cajoling, present-giving 
          and general insinuation – and the arrival of a donated Pleyel Grand 
          and informal visits from leading musicians the 1950 Bach Festival was 
          organised and led to the establishment of those celebrated subsequent 
          Festivals enshrined on disc, of which this is Volume III in Pearl’s 
          edition. 
        
 
        
It’s wonderful, of course, to have these performances 
          available in a comprehensive and cogent set well transferred from the 
          early LPs and with notes by Dr Martin Leigh. No one could deny that 
          Casals’ presence is one of constant illumination but equally he was 
          seventy-five at the time and well past his best when the fruits of Schneider’s 
          labours bore fruit. 
        
 
        
Mozart’s Oboe Quartet – the only performance sans Casals 
          – opens this double CD set. A stellar line up of international, predominantly 
          American-based instrumentalists took part; French oboist Marcel Tabuteau, 
          American violinist Isaac Stern, British violist William Primrose and 
          French cellist Paul Tortelier (whose name is consistently misspelled 
          in Pearl’s documentation). Stern and Primrose collaborated with Casals 
          in a comatose performance of the Sinfonia Concertante but here, unhampered 
          by Casals’ ponderousness they conjoin in a likeable and fluid reading 
          of the Quartet. Stern could be a vindictive colleague and Primrose a 
          hawk-eyed one but with Tortelier a most sympathetic emollient they give 
          the gracious and elegant oboist judiciously weighted support and quite 
          dissimilar, tonally and expressively, from a contemporary such as Goossens. 
        
 
        
The bulk of the performances however are given over 
          to Beethoven. The G Major trio is distended to thirty-eight minutes 
          in length. Gruff accents predominate, lines are fragmented, phrasing 
          is only intermittently convincing. In the Largo Istomin takes – or is 
          encouraged to take (one tends to feel him holding back his natural tempo) 
          - a rather ponderous approach with the result that he sounds rather 
          lumpy. The B Flat Major is, in its tough and unvarnished way not unattractive. 
          Casals’ famous groans are extremely audible here but there is some delightful 
          and elfin playing from the trio in the Adagio in particular. The Op 
          70 Trio, E Flat Major, features some dramatic instrumental exchanges. 
          Istomin’s fluency is a constantly attractive focus here and they certainly 
          mine the Allegretto for all its worth – with an almost choreographic 
          dynamism, rocking and striding with Schneider’s sometimes astringent 
          tone cutting through the buzz of Casals’ cello. The heavy rhythm is 
          certainly implicit here if a little wanting in subtlety. But admirable 
          are the softened dynamics in the third movement Allegro ma non troppo 
          that is full of a sense of almost quizzical stasis, suffused with genuine 
          intensity. The finale rather lets down the performance. Casals’ intonational 
          problems here are oppressive and Schneider, never perhaps the most beautiful 
          of stylists, receives perhaps less than helpful recording balance. 
        
 
        
The masterpiece of the Trios is of course the Archduke. 
           This one clocks in at 43 minutes, a remarkable 10 minutes slower 
          than the Cortot- Thibaud-Casals 78 traversal of 1928, albeit in 1951 
          they do play the exposition repeat in the first movement. If you admire, 
          say, Gilels-Kogan-Rostropovich you will possibly be nonplussed by the 
          Istomin-Schneider-Casals team. The weighty introduction is lavished 
          with some initially smeary sentimental phrasing. Casals is again gruff 
          and Schneider hardly beyond technical reproach. The pizzicato episode 
          is one of almost overwhelming power and imagination however in a movement, 
          objectively at least, far too slow. I can’t say it convinced me as an 
          example of structural integrity but some sacrifices need to be made 
          for Casals’ intense involvement - though I have to say that the 1928 
          recording was equally flawed as a performance and, on record at least, 
          Casals never got the Archduke right. In the Scherzo the trio 
          navigate the winding patterns that move through it and vest the music 
          with what I can best call a mock-heroic portentousness. The slow movement 
          though is very slow – fourteen minutes - and at this tempo relation 
          of thematic material becomes tangential and forced. Intense concentration 
          by Casals leads to anticipatory groaning from him but his intonation 
          takes a corresponding battering. The two string players make very theatrical 
          attacks and theirs was not an ensemble I especially relish – with Thibaud, 
          the resultant tonal ambiguities were, miraculously, a force for creative 
          good – but here it’s far too sketchy and disparate. I’m sure Istomin, 
          fluent if not exceptionally creative, again holds and reins back his 
          natural instinct for a quicker tempo as the movement drags forlornly 
          to its close. The finale is a hobble-toed and reasonably attractive 
          but the vices that afflict the Trio emerge at the close where the ending 
          is nowhere near as overwhelming and vital as it should be. 
        
 
        
There were a remarkable gathering of performers, recorded 
          in the courtyard of the Palace of Kings of Majorca – and originally 
          released on Columbia ML 4554, 4559, 4561 and 4562. The outdoor recording 
          location meant quality was rather less than optimum and ensemble less 
          than perfect. And though I have been hard on the performances this is 
          only a subjective reaction; much here is noble, lofty, cherishable and 
          of lasting artistic validity. 
        
 
         
        
Jonathan Woolf