This well filled double cannily brings us Primrose’s 
                famous first viola discs and the last, previously unpublished 
                arrangements of the Bach Cello Suites made when the violist was 
                nearing seventy five and had been long since retired. The long 
                gap between the two and the intervening ailments that beset Primrose 
                are rather dramatically highlit but it’s of profound documentary 
                value to have made his perception of the Bach works available 
                and for this we should be grateful. 
              
 
              
The earliest discs here, from 1934-35 find Primrose 
                still the violist of the world-travelling London String Quartet 
                and shortly before he became co-principal viola of Toscanini’s 
                NBC Orchestra. They’ve long since entered folklore and Biddulph’s 
                transfers compare well with the competition on Pearl. Coupled 
                with them are the Sidonie Goossens accompanied sweetmeats and 
                the opportunity to hear his plangent middle register in the Tchaikovsky. 
                The Vernon de Tar organ accompanied sides date from October 1945, 
                with the Glaswegian now firmly settled in America. They’re not 
                rare but they are slightly awkward to collect and haven’t much 
                been reissued so it’s good that they’re here, even if this first 
                disc does prove rather a peculiar piece of programming. Admirers 
                can, even in this lighter fare, still have cause to admire the 
                exceptional range of colours Primrose can extract from the noble 
                seriousness of Komm, süsser Tod. 
              
 
              
There is also the exemplary balance of the Marian 
                Anderson sides – four of them – that were recorded back in 1941. 
                The highlights are the Brahms of course, superbly eloquent; the 
                Massenet is not properly enunciated and the Rachmaninov is rather 
                generically sung. If you want soupy orchestration Charles O’Connell 
                is your man; he piles glucose upon glucose in the Dvořák 
                and Nevin and Primrose does his best. As David Dalton’s notes 
                relate it was something of a heroic effort for Primrose to have 
                recorded the five Bach suites (he balked at No. 6, in D major, 
                finding it unsuited to the viola). He had suffered a progressively 
                debilitating hearing loss and this made playing in tune exceptionally 
                difficult so during the sessions Dalton would correct Primrose’s 
                score with ascending or descending arrows to demonstrate where 
                the violist had played out of tune. Primrose recorded the Bach 
                at Brigham Young University where he was a distinguished teacher 
                for many years – additionally he’d sold his Guarneri and played 
                a modern Japanese violin. There are still remarkable things about 
                his playing; its agility and technical strength and fluidity – 
                try the Courante of the First Suite for example or the Allemande 
                of the Fifth, in C minor. Equally the nobility and grandeur he 
                brought to the Sarabande of the D minor is a distillation of many 
                years’ profound study and absorption of these works. He can reveal 
                a rich introspection – as in the Sarabande of the C minor – or 
                the drive in the Bourées of the E flat. But equally it 
                can hardly be argued that this is still the tonal and technical 
                marvel of the earlier years. The tone has withered, the intonation, 
                despite his and Dalton’s valiant efforts, is frequently approximate 
                and what one preserves from listening to it is the sense of a 
                carapace of a great performance, the idealised perfection that 
                Primrose could have produced say thirty years before. 
              
 
              
Given this caveat and the miscellaneous nature 
                of the rest of the disc this is more a collector’s or a specialist’s 
                release than one for the general listener. But production values 
                are high and much here is currently unavailable. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf