It would tempting 
                  to think, given the heroic executant 
                  instincts of both composers, that 
                  this brace of sonatas would fall into 
                  the virtuoso school of the first and 
                  second quarters of the nineteenth 
                  century. Friedrich Grützmacher 
                  was one of the reigning cello lions 
                  of the time – indeed he and Moscheles 
                  tried out the sonata together in 1851 
                  – though there were other players 
                  whose presence stimulated composers, 
                  such as Julius Rietz, and the time 
                  was ripe for some fertile and important 
                  works. So, it would be tempting but 
                  ultimately wrong to assume that these 
                  would be note-spinning and vaguely 
                  barnstorming novelties for hungry 
                  virtuosi. 
                
 
                
What both sonatas 
                  share, in fact, is a certain lyric 
                  reticence and charm, qualities that 
                  both Bárta and Milne are keen 
                  to stress in these very elegant and 
                  persuasively sympathetic performances. 
                  Moscheles’s second sonata is the bigger 
                  work, one dedicated to Schumann. The 
                  piano writing is strongly characterised 
                  and though there’s a certain amount 
                  of rather predictable passagework 
                  for the cellist in the first movement 
                  the themes are full of a certain piquancy 
                  and harmonic interest – if sometimes 
                  rather four-square in outline. The 
                  scherzo has its puckish moments and 
                  a dance profile whereas the third 
                  movement Ballade (in Bohemian style) 
                  has some charming if slightly generic 
                  Dumka-like moments. To offset this, 
                  varying moods lead to a very inward 
                  restatement of the initial theme – 
                  reflective and delicately done by 
                  both performers – before they dig 
                  in for a vigorous finale. 
                
 
                
Hummel’s sonata dates 
                  from 1824 and cries out for grazioso 
                  phrasing. There’s rather more old 
                  world gallantry here, a certain nostalgic 
                  rococo element does creep in, but 
                  themes are well distributed between 
                  the two instruments and there’s a 
                  deal of reserved dignity throughout. 
                  The Romanze is very affectionately 
                  played and Hummel’s seemingly effortless 
                  gift for lyrical phrasing is exploited 
                  to the full. The finale embeds a natty 
                  song without words – with the piano 
                  as often as not leading with a certain 
                  decorative ebullience. Rustic dance 
                  motifs and driving energy end the 
                  work in a suitably high-spirited fashion. 
                
 
                
Sandwiched between 
                  the sonatas are three of Moscheles’s 
                  arrangements for cello and piano from 
                  Bach’s Well-tempered Clavier. 
                  He was ahead of Mendelssohn, chronologically 
                  as well as practically, given his 
                  earlier birth, in propagandising for 
                  Bach and Handel and indeed Scarlatti 
                  - which he apparently played on a 
                  Broadwood harpsichord in the late 
                  1830s. The point of the arrangements 
                  was to give them a more concertante 
                  profile and to get them played in 
                  chamber concerts, the better to bring 
                  them to wider attention. 
                
 
                
The performances 
                  as noted are warm, affectionate and 
                  intimate and the recording catches 
                  the balance with great clarity and 
                  justness. Notes, too, are up to the 
                  expected Hyperion standard. 
                
 
                
Jonathan Woolf