I ask you: really, 
                why do we buy CDs? "Why do you 
                ask?" you might ask. Hum - I might 
                ask you the same thing. Confused? Well, 
                so am I. Why? Because, of all the reasons 
                I can imagine, I can’t think of a single 
                one that explains the reasoning behind 
                this little lot! I can only guess that 
                some bright spark at Brilliant Classics, 
                I presume in the marketing department, 
                figured out that there is a Big Demand 
                for this sort of thing - hence an entire 
                series of "The Romantic X", 
                where "X" is anything that 
                you can conveniently rummage out of 
                your repertoire rag-bag. The problem 
                is, I can’t pin down exactly which niche 
                of the market-place he, or indeed she, 
                is aiming at. 
              
 
              
Maybe I’m just being 
                thick, so let’s set aside such philosophical 
                profundities for the moment, and look 
                at what we have here. It would help 
                - you, that is, not me! - if 
                you had a peep at a review I did in 
                May 2003 of a similar production where, 
                in true algebraic fashion, X = "Harp". 
                Here’s the link: 
              
 
              
www.musicweb-international.com/classrev/2003/May03/BrillCl_6425_RomHarp.htm 
              
 
              
Although there was 
                a certain amount of musical interest 
                there, the packaging and presentation 
                left something - almost everything 
                - to be desired. In that respect, this 
                production is better, though not by 
                much. The heft of the "old-fashioned" 
                double-CD case still lends a spurious 
                feeling of substance. You’ll still need 
                to protect the u-card with your life, 
                as again it’s custodian of the only 
                listing of the contents. Again, information 
                is sparse: some arrangements are credited 
                but others are not, whilst recording 
                details are given for CD1 only. 
              
 
              
At least this time 
                there’s a booklet! Fronted by 
                a reproduction of the cover picture, 
                its remaining three pages are devoted 
                to monochrome photographs and brief 
                biographies, in unidiomatic English 
                only, of the performers on CD1. However, 
                there is not one word about the music, 
                nor about the four violinists, five 
                orchestras and five conductors featured 
                on CD2. I think we can strike from the 
                list of possible market niches anyone 
                with even the remotest of serious intent. 
              
 
              
One thing seems fairly 
                obvious: this is the recorded equivalent 
                of a "cut and shut" job on 
                a car. The first CD is a recital and 
                ostensibly, given the recording date, 
                a first issue: certainly I haven’t been 
                able to trace any other release of this. 
                The second CD has been cobbled together 
                from diverse bits and pieces, in two 
                instances quite literally. The Bruch 
                movement has been lopped off its preceding 
                movement and the Mendelssohn carved 
                out of its bed of continuity - Tovey 
                must be turning in his grave. The really 
                daft thing is that, with a bit of juggling 
                there would have been room for both 
                concertos complete! 
              
 
              
It seems as if the 
                more robust parts of these two concertos 
                would somehow have damaged the market 
                potential of this production, which 
                is wrapped up all cosy-like in that 
                ambiguous adjective "Romantic". 
                As in "The Romantic Harp", 
                but for different reasons, it doesn’t 
                really "add up". Are we talking 
                "romantic" as in "sitting 
                together on a settee in front of a real 
                coal fire, gazing longingly into one 
                another’s eyes over a glowing glass 
                of red wine"? If so, then what 
                are, say, the Beethoven, Gluck and Bruch 
                items - to say nothing of Dvorak’s Mazurek 
                - doing here? Are we talking "romantic" 
                as in " the Romantic Period in 
                music"? If so, then how can we 
                justify the presence of Rachmaninov, 
                Elgar, Kreisler, and again Gluck? Are 
                we talking "romantic" in the 
                sense of "idealistic, fantastic, 
                unrealistic, storylike"? Oh, what 
                the heck - you get the point! 
              
 
              
It would have made 
                my job easier if they had filled the 
                CDs with lots of "romantic" 
                lollipops and "best of" samples, 
                then I could have dismissed the entire 
                shooting-match as "Classical Music 
                for people who don’t really like Classical 
                Music", or the sort of thing most 
                readily purchased from a store that 
                specialises in wallcoverings. But no! 
                They have to go and stick in something 
                not all that readily available elsewhere, 
                namely the Dvorak Mazurek, though 
                to what extent this will attract serious 
                collectors I leave to your fertile imaginations. 
              
 
              
So much for the width, 
                what about the quality? The recital 
                on CD1 has the advantage of consistency, 
                at least as you progress from one track 
                to another. Sharon’s violin is clear 
                and sweet-toned, not too vibrant, with 
                plenty of body right through the spectrum. 
                Be warned, though: the microphones do 
                pick up his frequent sharp intakes of 
                breath! Zvi’s piano is relatively murky 
                and increasingly boomy as the notes 
                pile up. It sounds as if the sustaining 
                pedal is over-indulged, though this 
                could equally be due to the ambience 
                which, curiously, seems to affect only 
                the poor piano. 
              
 
              
There is much to admire 
                in the performances, although I did 
                become aware that some pieces seemed 
                a bit relentless. The first two tracks 
                immediately illustrate this divergence. 
                Rachmaninov’s Vocalise doesn’t 
                seem to have translated to violin as 
                well as I’d expect. On the other hand, 
                having wondered what was the point of 
                burdening Debussy’s "Flaxen-haired 
                Maiden" with the addition of a 
                violin, I was pleasantly surprised by 
                how well it worked, tenderly expressed 
                and with an occasional touch of tasteful 
                portamento. 
              
 
              
Contrariwise, Gluck’s 
                stately lines were undermined by undue 
                sentimentalising - well enough played, 
                but overcooked., whilst the Mendelssohn 
                returned us to relentlessness. But when 
                it is good, it is very good. The Dvorak 
                explodes into life, which is hardly 
                what you’d expect of "wallpaper"! 
                Its rugged dancing is punched home with 
                verve. This is, believe it or not, also 
                true of the Massenet, where Sharon and 
                Zvi enthusiastically winkle out a madly 
                passionate core. The Elgar, all bright-eyed 
                and bushy-tailed, forms an admirable 
                prelude to the Kreisler items where 
                the partnership seems especially alive 
                to the rhythmic undercurrents of the 
                otherwise soppy tunes. 
              
 
              
Turn to CD2, and consistency 
                takes a vacation. This really is a rag-bag 
                - recording acoustics and balances vary 
                widely, as does sound quality, and be 
                warned that the recording levels have 
                not been "normalised"! The 
                performers in the Dvorak Romance 
                are set back in a large hall, which 
                suits the composer’s "pastoral 
                Bohemian" vein, although detail 
                and warmth are as swings and roundabouts. 
                Matousek’s violin "sings" 
                nicely, giving a good account of the 
                shifting but narrow range of moods, 
                whilst Lücker draws fine, atmospheric 
                playing from the orchestra. 
              
 
              
The same performers 
                attack the Mazurek like tigers, 
                claws bared and teeth glinting. Maybe 
                the sound is a bit papery, maybe the 
                playing does get a bit scrappy, but 
                - other than our dewy-eyed lovers - 
                who cares? This is a scintillating, 
                savage romp. You will, however, find 
                it less easy to be tolerant of the Tchaikovsky. 
                Although quieter music, it is recorded 
                at a significantly higher level. That 
                I could live with, but the sound is 
                very hissy and "whooshy", 
                for all the world like a Dolby tape 
                with the Dolby off, and there’s an audience 
                that hasn’t yet settled in its seats. 
                Booren’s violin tone seems very scratchy, 
                and the orchestral sound tends to become 
                harsh when loud. This may be the recording, 
                as the playing itself is flexible, luxuriant, 
                and emotional - Tchaikovsky wearing 
                his heart on his sleeve, and proud of 
                it! What sounds like a wrong note at 
                the end of the first movement is quickly 
                forgotten when the second gets going, 
                delivered with bags of dash and drive, 
                whilst the finale is played with more 
                than half an eye on the composer’s balletic 
                credentials. 
              
 
              
Of the Beethoven Romances, 
                the first seems a bit stilted and uninvolving, 
                whilst the more famous second is projected 
                with far greater conviction. The violin 
                sound, though, is very dry, feeling 
                spotlit and insulated from the orchestra’s 
                mellower acoustic. The Mendelssohn movement 
                is indeed faded in, on the bassoon’s 
                tenuto, and faded out - neatly! - just 
                before the bridge to the finale. Butchery 
                apart, this is very good: Verhey plays 
                sweetly, with a slightly penetrating 
                tone that nicely cleaves Mendelssohn’s 
                mellow orchestral backdrop. Moreover, 
                it’s not milked - the andante marking 
                is keenly observed! It’s lovely enough 
                to make your teeth grind in fury at 
                being denied the rest of the work. 
              
 
              
The Bruch slides in 
                on the strings, a second or two before 
                the soloist enters. Grubert’s tone ranges 
                from velvet to strident, betraying - 
                I hope - some misguided spotlighting 
                at strenuous moments. The Soviet musicians 
                give us an unusual view of this music: 
                in avoiding the smooth suavity of many 
                Western readings, it brings out some 
                relatively gritty details that are usually 
                "smoothed out". It’s an interesting 
                slant that makes the music a lot less 
                comfortable, and definitely not for 
                the ears of "fireside romantics"! 
              
 
              
How to sum up? Well, 
                quite a bit isn’t "romantic" 
                enough for "swinging lovers", 
                and some parts are too boisterous for 
                "wallpaper" aficionados. The 
                documentation, which at least exists, 
                is inadequate for "greenhorns", 
                and the bleeding torsos of the concerti 
                militate against the interests of seasoned 
                collectors. The sound will deter "hi-fi" 
                buffs, and the variable quality of playing 
                will not attract the performance enthusiast. 
                In spite of a number of items of genuine 
                interest, I can’t really recommend this 
                set - because, when all’s said and done, 
                I can’t really find anyone to recommend 
                it to, other than those cats 
                whose curiosity I may have inadvertently 
                aroused. 
              
 
              
Paul Serotsky