The usual critical 
                    position is to view Roslavets as a creative compound of Scriabin 
                    and Schoenberg, a visionary who worked independent of the 
                    latter and was eventually crushed by the Soviet system. Certainly 
                    the early atonal experimentation was later to be replaced 
                    after his 1929 denunciation with a far more malleable and 
                    acceptably simple style. This trajectory is reflected in this 
                    recording of the first, fourth and sixth violin sonatas.
                  Cannily perhaps 
                    or just to confound the listener Naxos has programmed the 
                    sonatas to reflect the opposite trajectory. We begin with 
                    the undated but late Sixth Sonata, a big rather later romantic 
                    and decidedly Brahmsian piece. It’s also quite loose and discursive 
                    with soloist Solomia Soroka employing some period devices 
                    to point up the succulence of the writing. The central movement 
                    has maybe a touch of Grieg and a reminiscence of French style 
                    in the sonata repertoire, the more lyric and effusive wing 
                    of the French repertoire rather than the Franco-Belgian hothouse 
                    of Franck and Lekeu. The fluttering arabesques of the finale 
                    coalesce with the lyrically sensuous central section. Here 
                    the piano can sound rather overpowering in the balance.
                  The Fourth Sonata 
                    is undated. Predicated at least structurally on Scriabin’s 
                    piano sonatas it seems to me to share as much with Szymanowski. 
                    The piano writing is emphatic and there is here unlike the 
                    Sixth (this is a considerably earlier work) a real sense of 
                    billow and passion, a hothouse drama played out with concision 
                    and power. Though the notes mention that Roslavets trained 
                    as a violinist they don’t mention that he studied with Jan 
                    Hřímaly, one of the many émigré Czech musicians who taught 
                    and played in Russia and were profoundly influential on the 
                    emergent Russian School. It was doubtless from the cosmopolitan 
                    Hřímaly, who died a couple of years after the premiere 
                    of his pupil’s shocking First Sonata, that Roslavets learned 
                    the wider violin repertoire.
                  That First Sonata, 
                    widely accepted as the first such atonal work produced by 
                    a Russian composer, came shortly after his graduation. He 
                    always claimed to have worked independent of Schoenbergian 
                    procedure and there seems no reason to disbelieve him. The 
                    booklet notes quote Miaskovsky in his day job as a critic 
                    admiring but puzzling over the sonata’s newness. It certainly 
                    must have come as a pungent shock. Abstract juxtapositions 
                    and terse material are here but so too is a soaring late romantic 
                    lyricism; Roslavets moves between the two in bewildering and 
                    generous openness. This naturally only adds to the queasy 
                    emotive stability of this one movement sonata. 
                  As an envoi we 
                    have the Three Dances published in 1923. Once again there 
                    is a certain residual influence of Scriabin but in the central 
                    dance, a crepuscular Nocturne, an unmistakeable Szymanowski 
                    patina. 
                  The recording 
                    sometimes rather favours the piano in climactic moments though 
                    one wouldn’t want to make too much of this. Both Solomia Soroka 
                    and Arthur Greene, who wrote the notes, sound inside the terse, 
                    coagulant bloodstream of Roslavets’s imagination, drawing 
                    out some portamenti and colouristic devices to point up his 
                    febrile romanticism. 
                  Jonathan Woolf  
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