Gerhard Taschner – A Genius. This is the line that 
          greets one on opening Tahra’s booklet note that has a most useful Taschner 
          discography. It’s a bold claim to make of a composer let alone an instrumentalist 
          – how many instrumentalists are geniuses and what does the word mean 
          in the context? Let’s forget the hyperbole and consider the aural evidence. 
          Taschner plays the Kreutzer with Gieseking (his other pianistic partners 
          include a raft of magnificent players – Edith Farnadi, Martin Krause, 
          Hubert Giesen and his wife Gerda Nette) and the Concerto with Solti 
          (who once recorded it with Mischa Elman and if you can follow Mischa 
          Elman in Beethoven you can follow anyone anywhere). 
        
 
        
My problem with the Kreutzer performance is one of 
          conception and execution. The variations second movement is very indulged 
          and the Presto finale a headlong rush. It makes no architectural sense 
          to me at all and allied to my feelings of ambivalence about Taschner’s 
          soloistic potential I’m afraid I found this a less than impressive traversal 
          though I’m sure others will find its alternate languor and power affecting. 
          I’ve never found Taschner a tonalist of refinement and whilst his steeliness 
          might be thought pertinent for the concertante muscularity of the passagework 
          of the first movement – and whilst much is well done – I find him overall 
          decent but not at all outstanding. The sickly vibrato application in 
          which he indulges at expressive moments is to my ears a sign of insufficient 
          tonal and emotive resources and the one dimensionality of his playing 
          problematical. The italicisation in the second movement is surely as 
          much Gieseking’s responsibility as Taschner’s; they make a meal of everything 
          in the very worst German style. Gieseking’s moments of stasis (which 
          he doubtless equated with profundity) are as lamentable as Taschner’s 
          inability properly to integrate expressive violinistic devices without 
          them sounding artificial and applied from without. The finale, by contrast 
          with the static preceding movement, is a meaningless dash. 
        
 
        
The Concerto would provide pleasure in concert but 
          I’m not sure how much life it has on disc. There’s a weighty orchestral 
          introduction from Solti, quick and well conceived slides from Taschner, 
          his tone once more sounding rather too hard and resilient. I found he 
          also lacked the kind of phrasal sensitivity that distinguishes a good 
          player from a great one. Perhaps as a result Solti’s conducting sounds 
          all too often strangely soft grained though he is sympathetic to Taschner 
          in the Larghetto, well played but again hardly outstanding, even though 
          the conductor can be heavy handed in the finale. 
        
 
        
I can’t share very much in the acclamation that greets 
          Taschner’s discs but that’s beside the point. Far too many radio recordings 
          have been lost, mislaid, damaged or destroyed and all too much evidence 
          of performances lost for one not to be grateful that they now make an 
          appearance in such well-presented form and in such excellent sound. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf