The second volume devoted to Huberman in Arbiter’s 
          engrossing series includes a substantial first release. The 1944 Beethoven 
          Concerto dates from his sixty-second year and shortly preceded his early 
          death – he died in 1947 aged sixty-five. It must now also take its place 
          alongside the decade earlier commercial Columbia recording with George 
          Szell conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra as a means by which 
          to judge Huberman’s classicist credentials, with the increased frisson 
          of a live performance. Huberman’s oratorical grandeur and his philosophical 
          depth are shown in all their richness and animation in this dramatic 
          traversal. His dry tone, unwarmed by continuous vibrato usage, is both 
          an anachronism in matters of twentieth century tonal development and 
          also, ironically, a beacon for and presage of contemporary iconoclasts 
          as, for example, Gidon Kremer. 
        
 
        
Huberman’s broken octave entry is a locus classicus 
          of his expressive style; it’s quick and intensely dramatic but tonally 
          it is to modern ears inconsistent, with a bleaching effect caused by 
          on/off vibrato usage. Nevertheless the powerful current of his articulacy 
          is best measured by noting where the weight of his vibrato intensification 
          falls, by analysing the phrasal rise and fall, its lyric phraseology. 
          His lower two strings are especially unwarmed and this contributes to 
          some of the passagework sounding – to coin a word of William Primrose’s 
          – "scratchy" (an adherent of Ysaye and subsequent embracer 
          of the Russian school such as Primrose would never have countenanced 
          the anachronisms that Huberman so self-evidently displayed). Huberman’s 
          portamenti are prominent but intensely expressive when employed – and 
          in doing so he sometimes employs a portamento with an audible intermediate 
          note, just one of several portamenti an elite player can employ. He 
          plays the Joachim cadenza with tremendous drive and drama. The horns 
          aren’t ideally secure in the opening of the second movement – in the 
          same way that the oboe and winds had made their idiosyncratic weight 
          felt in the opening movement. But Huberman is secure in terms of intonation 
          and his profile here is seraphic albeit whilst the metrical flexibility 
          is intense there are still signs of slightly forced or italicised phrasing. 
          It is noteworthy how expressive his playing can be without resorting 
          to ostentatiously overt vibrato usage. Barzin and Huberman launch the 
          finale with real theatrical bravado. If the violinist’s vibrance is 
          decidedly limited he dances and spins over the bars with decided brilliance 
          and if the cadenza is not entirely secure and there remains a lack of 
          opulent potential and colouristic projection, he lacks nothing in drive 
          and punch. I must admit that his dead sound can be off-putting – the 
          pre-Kreislerian aesthetic was much more austere and steely – but that 
          his conception is intensely involving and my objections and criticisms 
          are generally subsumed into musical admiration. 
        
 
        
The two movements from the Kreutzer Sonata are 
          unpublished takes from the commercial London recording of 1930. I’ve 
          always found his huge downward portamenti in the opening of the first 
          movement to be as intensely provocative, as part of a musical argument, 
          as the rather austerely snatched phrasing. His passagework positively 
          crackles and Friedman is a worthily combustible partner, both men in 
          regally driving form; the reappearance of that immodest portamento at 
          the end of the movement is part and parcel of Huberman’s expressive 
          symmetry. The differences however between this and the published take 
          are minimal as is the case in the finale of the sonata, where Friedman’s 
          bass pointing makes itself exquisitely apparent. The Smetana suffers 
          from some acetate wear but as a performance is full of affectionate 
          drive and not heated artificially at the climax as it all too often 
          can be – an additional pleasure is that he never recorded it commercially. 
          The Bach is incomplete unfortunately – he’d recorded it commercially 
          for Columbia in 1935 – but was a favourite Chorale Prelude of Huberman’s 
          and he plays it with rapt devotion if again with idiosyncratic tonal 
          resources. 
        
 
        
Once again this is a release of considerable distinction. 
          Huberman was an endlessly fascinating, endlessly provocative violinist 
          and his legacy’s expansion in the past few things has been a source 
          of admiration and excitement to his still legion of admirers amongst 
          whom, even doubtfully, I register myself. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf