In his notes Tully Potter speculates that there may 
          have been external reasons for the relative speed of this previously 
          unissued performance of Busch’s Brahms Concerto but it’s really barely 
          faster than, say, Erica Morini’s similarly live traversal in New York 
          with the same orchestra and George Szell nearly ten years later. We 
          are indeed fortunate to have this performance and to be able to contrast 
          it with the sprightly live recording of the finale that has circulated 
          amongst collectors for years and the valedictory 1951 performance of 
          the complete work with Hans Münch in Basel. That was Busch’s last 
          ever performance. He died the following year and it was two minutes 
          slower and eight years later than this vibrant 1943 performance. In 
          the circumstances the discrepancy in timings seems quite explicable. 
        
 
        
The first movement is fast though surely not unconscionably 
          so though Busch rushes a couple of bars early on either out of perceived 
          haste or technical limitation. But he plays with enviable colouristic 
          sagacity, using contrasts and shadings, utilising the right hand to 
          good effect. There is a constant sense of dynamic anticipation in the 
          performance, aided by Steinberg’s volatile directionality. There are 
          imperfections it’s true but these are passing heat-of-the-moment things 
          and add to the sense of communing realism (I’m thinking of the patch 
          of very rough bowing from about 10.00 onwards in particular). Though 
          in quick passagework he comes under pressure in the main he is an enviably 
          acute exponent of a work with which he was much associated – and he 
          plays his own cadenza. He exhibits some very quick and expressive portamenti 
          in the second movement at a generally fast tempo but one which is well 
          and quite movingly sustained with a deal of eloquence. His finale isn’t 
          quite as lavishly exultant as the long semi-available live performance 
          - this one is slightly too over-emphatic at times but the strongly personalized 
          New York woodwinds more than make their presence felt. 
        
 
        
The Clarinet Concerto derives from a New York concert 
          given for the New Friends of Music in 1948. By now all five players, 
          the Busch Quartet members and Reginald Kell were living in America (Kell 
          had only recently arrived and this was his local debut). Their recording 
          of the Brahms Quintet of 1937 was a glorious one of course and this 
          live performance is a delightful adjunct to it, though one reflecting 
          a generally unchanged sensibility. The first movement is very slightly 
          quicker in the live performance but it’s the Adagio in which one detects 
          a distinct directional pull in the live performance – it takes nearly 
          two minutes off the commercial disc of nearly a decade earlier. The 
          other two movements are broadly the same, though predictably very slightly 
          tighter in live concert (a matter of seconds). The unison subject material 
          in the first movement is splendidly done, as is the counterpoint if 
          sometimes there is a slight muddle in the inner voicings of the quartet. 
          I admired the expressive string passages in the Adagio, the impressive 
          string colouration (the Quartet incidentally now composed Busch-Straumann-Gottesmann-Busch) 
          and Kell’s handling of the piu lento section, full of passion 
          with its analogues in Hungarian dance music. The lead back to the opening 
          phrases is raptly done. Lyrical intensity is properly maintained in 
          the Andantino and the variations in the finale unfold with seamless 
          affection – with Adolf Busch’s vibrato intensifying in his exchanges 
          with Kell. 
        
 
        
The transfers sound excellent. As to whether this thrusting 
          and propulsive Concerto performance or the more withdrawn and introspective 
          1951 was more consonant with Busch’s idealised conception of the work 
          I can’t say. I’m glad to have heard both. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf