Firstly a word about 
                matters geographical. Eisler was born 
                in Leipzig but his family moved to Vienna 
                when he was three. Bruno Walter was 
                born in Berlin. So only Kurt Roger was 
                Viennese born and it might have been 
                more accurate, if increasingly cumbersome, 
                to call the disc something along the 
                lines of "Violin Sonatas, only 
                one of which was written in Vienna, 
                written by Jewish composers only one 
                of whom was born there." The racial 
                matter is a further specialization; 
                some indeed may find the raison d'être 
                for the whole thing flimsy if not unhelpful. 
              
 
              
For record collectors, 
                as opposed to racial and/or Austro-German 
                specialists, there are three sonatas 
                to get to grips with. Eisler’s is the 
                best known, a product of his years of 
                political commitment and written the 
                year before his emigration to America. 
                It’s a compact eleven-minute, three-movement 
                work, one that fuses baroque procedure 
                with finely deployed lyricism and a 
                smattering of Eisler’s agit-prop march 
                rhythms. The finale impresses most perhaps 
                in its strenuously clean-limbed approach, 
                though the central movement does have 
                a brief but not terse lyric curve. 
              
 
              
Kurt Roger was born 
                in 1895. As with Eisler he emigrated 
                to the United States in 1938 where he 
                had a distinguished academic career. 
                His sonata was written in New York in 
                1944 but not premiered until a Washington 
                performance in 1958. It must have seemed 
                defiantly romanticised as the 1960s 
                beckoned. The lyric nostalgia is palpable 
                as is thankfully a non-cloying warmth, 
                which is kept on its toes by some harmonically 
                spiced piano writing. Though a contemporary 
                critic spoke of a "sardonic" 
                Allegretto it doesn’t sound much like 
                it in this performance – rather attractively 
                witty actually. The slow movement is 
                strongly etched and Shahan resists the 
                temptation to dig into the string and 
                give us some voluptuous vibrato – a 
                wise musical decision. The rhythmic 
                zest of the finale is delightful. 
              
 
              
Finally there is Bruno 
                Walter’s Sonata. This is the one "Viennese" 
                sonata. More of Walter’s music is being 
                recorded of late but though big and 
                imposing, this sonata didn’t make much 
                of an impression on me. The idiom is 
                loosely Brahmsian but it’s more interested 
                in rhapsodic lyricism than engaged in 
                variational development – in that respect 
                it’s not unlike the contemporaneous 
                chamber works of Emanuel Moór. 
                Unlike Moór however Walter is 
                less focused and has a tendency toward 
                relative gigantism and over-reliance 
                on a "Fate" motif. Themes 
                remain short breathed though there’s 
                a glorious dolce passage in the 
                central movement at around 5:30 that’s 
                strongly Mahlerian. The finale is rather 
                garrulous but there are some uplifting 
                and lively moments. 
              
 
              
These performances 
                have been hanging around for quite some 
                time now - maybe the increasing visibility 
                of the Shahan-Erez duo has encouraged 
                their release now. They were recorded 
                at the Stadttheater Lindau, in March 
                2000. Whatever the reason these are 
                highly persuasive and imaginative performances, 
                finely balanced between expressive extroversion 
                and a rueful nostalgia. They’re also 
                well recorded, but the notes are patchy. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf