There’s little doubt 
                who is the selling point on this new 
                Onyx disc of the Schubert Octet. 
              
 
              
Of course, the idea 
                of a star performer getting a group 
                of hand-picked friends together for 
                chamber recordings is not new – Gidon 
                Kremer, Itzhak Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma - it’s 
                been happening for years. What one hopes 
                will lift the ensuing performance above 
                the norm is, I guess, the feeling that 
                we have playing of exceptional insight, 
                individuality and quality. There are 
                hints of that here, but the positives 
                are outweighed, for me, by too many 
                negatives. 
              
 
              
On the up side, Mullova 
                herself has a silky smooth tone and 
                is matched by an excellent clarinettist 
                and horn player. I fact, it’s difficult 
                to fault individual playing and they 
                obviously enjoy working together, so 
                you have immaculate intonation and some 
                really energetic attacking of phrases. 
                This fieriness proves also to be a distinct 
                disadvantage. Where on earth is the 
                rustic charm and warmth in a piece that 
                was intended as a counterpart to Beethoven’s 
                equally charming Septet? One 
                gets the feeling right from bar one 
                that Mullova’s cool, detached manner 
                is overriding everything and obviously 
                influencing her partners. The phrasing 
                is rather clipped and pinched, as if 
                the longer line were to be sacrificed 
                for rhythmic energy. This is fine as 
                far as it goes, but take the glorious 
                adagio, where Pascal Moraguès’ 
                eloquent solo emerges in the end as 
                rather perfunctory, the lyricism offset 
                by matter-of-fact accompaniment. Equally, 
                the long variation movement is faultlessly 
                played but fatally lacking in any sort 
                of geniality or grace; at least to these 
                ears. 
              
 
              
Perhaps I’m too influenced 
                by my benchmark, the wonderful Vienna 
                Octet on super-budget Decca Eclipse. 
                This is playing literally to the manner 
                born and their 1990 recording, which 
                includes an interesting filler in the 
                youthful Minuet and Finale D.72, has 
                long been a firm recommendation. It’s 
                the only one I’ve ever known and I’ve 
                been spoilt by the ensemble’s winning 
                blend of joyous vitality and engaging 
                charm, elements in short supply on the 
                new disc. The recording is also superior, 
                the glowing acoustic of Vienna’s Konzerthaus 
                beautifully captured by Christopher 
                Raeburn and far preferable to the closer, 
                drier Onyx recording. 
              
 
              
In the end, we can 
                only guide readers and give our personal 
                opinion, but I would echo Gramophone 
                magazine when they concluded that the 
                1990 Vienna Octet disc is ‘at this price, 
                in a class of its own ... and an unmissable 
                bargain’. 
              
Tony Haywood 
                 
              
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