How times change! Before 
                the 1990s, tonal music - music with 
                a definite tune, music that was immediately 
                accessible, that appealed straight to 
                the heart and spirit, that was easy 
                on the ear, was definitely out, passé, 
                only for the proletariat. Nowadays, 
                tonal music is acceptable once more; 
                even warmly welcomed. 
              
 
              
When we are young and 
                just discovering music, we are bowled 
                over by the immediate emotional impact 
                of the music of such composers as Tchaikovsky 
                and Puccini etc. I suspect that many 
                of us then go on to consider them blasé 
                because of their unambiguous, instant 
                appeal and distinctive melodies, but 
                return to them in later maturity to 
                discover their very real strengths and 
                frequently undervalued and unappreciated 
                subtleties. 
              
 
              
Over the last decade 
                or two, through the adventurousness 
                of the 'indies' - Hyperion, Chandos, 
                Naxos et al, we have been able to listen 
                to much meritorious music, music long 
                lost or neglected. At times, however, 
                I think we tend to go overboard in an 
                over-enthusiastic welcoming of such 
                material. I mention all this because 
                it seems to me that the music on this 
                new Hyperion album could fit into this 
                category. 
              
 
              
Much praise has been 
                heaped on the music of Mieczysław 
                Karłowicz following the release 
                of two best-selling albums of his music 
                on the Chandos label. Lithuanian-born 
                Karłowicz 's brief life was cut 
                short by a tragic accident when he was 
                still in his early thirties; he was 
                killed by an avalanche while skiing. 
                It therefore has to be accepted that 
                his music was at that time still heavily 
                influenced by other composers and probably 
                he had yet to find his own true individual 
                voice. 
              
 
              
The Violin Concerto 
                is a fine composition, no mistake about 
                it and it will visit my CD player again, 
                but it is so derivative. As Martin Eastick 
                notes "Tchaikovsky's influence predominates" 
                - in fact it dominates. Someone coming 
                blind to this concerto might be forgiven 
                in thinking "I didn't know Tchaikovsky 
                wrote a second violin concerto." All 
                the Tchaikovsky mannerisms are evident 
                throughout the opening movement. It 
                is certainly very appealing with its 
                stirring and lyrical melodies - but 
                it does not have Tchaikovsky's emotional 
                depth or his melodic impact. Karlowicz's 
                central Romanza:Andante is lovely and 
                sweetly affecting and yet I could not 
                dispel the feeling that it was all rather 
                too reminiscent of Max Bruch, again 
                without the sheer romanticism of that 
                composer's more famous Violin Concerto. 
                The most original movement is the Vivace 
                (still nodding towards Tchaikovsky) 
                but with some nicely stated wit. Tasmin 
                Little rises to its virtuoso challenges 
                and, in fact, is most sympathetic to 
                the Concerto's bravura and affecting 
                lyricism. 
              
 
              
Moszkowski is best 
                remembered for those splendidly colourful 
                and melodic Spanish Dances and a gorgeously 
                tuneful Piano Concerto. Although the 
                Violin Concerto does not have the same 
                immediate appeal, it has considerable 
                merit. It is a substantial work of some 
                35 minutes and designed to show off 
                the soloist's virtuosity. The opening 
                movement is sunny and sweetly lyrical 
                with a fresh out-of-doors appeal and 
                an agreeable lilting main tune. It is 
                reminiscent of Mendelssohn. There is 
                little high passion but there is plenty 
                of demanding dense passage-work for 
                the soloist. I felt that a bit of judicious 
                editing to shorten this opening movement 
                might have strengthened its appeal. 
                The Concerto's strength is undoubtedly 
                the central Andante, beautiful, meditative 
                - sweet memories recalled in sweet nostalgia? 
                Max Bruch and Elgar came to mind. The 
                joyous finale marked, Vivace is certainly 
                vivacious, swift and mercurial, and 
                it keeps Tasmin fully stretched. She 
                rises to its many technical challenges 
                with aplomb. I should say at this point 
                that Martyn Brabbins and the BBC Scottish 
                Symphony Orchestra provide excellent 
                support - plenty of romantic bravura 
                - throughout this album. 
              
 
              
The short Ballade is 
                sweetly lyrical, and once again rather 
                Mendelssohnian in outlook with an appealing 
                tune and mildly bravura material that 
                suggests a hunt. Again there is sufficient 
                virtuoso challenge. 
              
 
              
An 
                appealing if derivative Karłowicz 
                Concerto combined with the sunny, lyrical 
                Moszkowski works for violin and orchestra 
                played with verve and sensitivity by 
                Tasmin Little.  
              
Ian Lace 
              
see also review 
                by Rob Barnett