There’s no sign of 
                Anton Zimmermann in Rosa Newmarch’s 
                The Music of Czechoslovakia 
                (nor is there in Štěpánek 
                and Karásek’s Outline of Czech 
                and Slovak music) 
                though there’s plenty on his exact contemporary 
                Wenzel Pichl and the slightly older 
                František Brixi and František Tůma. 
                Though Tůma spent almost his entire 
                life in Vienna in the service of the 
                court and Zimmermann crowned 
                his short compositional career with 
                a decade in Bratislava (then the Hungarian 
                Pozsony or, in German, Pressburg) he 
                had actually been born in Siroká 
                Niva in what is now Silesia. The geo-political 
                complications of life in the Monarchy, 
                no less than the religious and linguistic 
                ones, account for his exclusion; he 
                was not by birth what we would now call 
                a product either of the Czech lands 
                or of Slovakia. Nevertheless as a leading 
                composer in the then German-speaking 
                Hungarian capital he cut an impressive 
                figure – Court Composer, violinist and 
                artistic director and writer of a great 
                deal of music for Cardinal Batthyányi’s 
                orchestra. This included a large number 
                of symphonies and a raft of chamber 
                works, a number of which he saw into 
                print in 1767-77. 
              
 
              
How good a composer 
                was Zimmermann? Well it’s been known 
                for years that at least two of his symphonies 
                were good enough to be confused with 
                Haydn’s and that gives one a good marker 
                as to his stylistic orientation. These 
                quartets, his Op. 3, of which there 
                are six in total, are undated in the 
                booklet notes but presumably come from 
                the early- to mid-1770s. Each is written 
                in a suite-like five movements, full 
                of dance rhythms and tonal amplitude. 
                The E major sports an attractive Allegretto 
                opener and a sportive Menuetto with 
                a long lean on the first note of a phrase 
                and the skittering final presto has 
                fine interchanges for the fiddles. The 
                B major is animated with the usual Zimmermann 
                Allegretto high spirits – spry and sparky 
                – and an attractive and pomposo Menuetto. 
                In the Adagio he utilises unison pizzicati 
                and then spins the first violin’s cantilena 
                over its undercurrent in a rather beautiful 
                way. Finishing this with an abrasively 
                jovial Presto seems entirely right. 
                He rings the changes with a variations 
                opening movement to the F major but 
                exploits the pizzicato idea again, this 
                time in the Menuet, which is full of 
                airy tracery and probably the high point 
                of this quartet. 
              
 
              
Zimmermann’s muse then 
                was essentially Haydnesque though there’s 
                plenty of room for touches of individuality 
                and expressive nuance. The performances 
                by the Musica Aeterna Soloists have 
                been in Naxos’s vaults for getting on 
                for a decade now and I can’t trace any 
                previous issue. They play on original 
                instruments and produce a bright rather 
                raw tone. It’s noticeable that in the 
                E flat major’s violin exchanges second 
                violin Milos Valent cultivates a less 
                volatile line than does leader Peter 
                Zajíček 
                whose phrasing can be rough. Still the 
                rather pesant quality 
                this imparts also brings some rewards. 
                The notes are good biographically but 
                say little formally about the music. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Colin Clarke