The name Fine Arts 
                Quartet immediately rings a bell 
                and evokes memories of my earliest years 
                as a record collector. On the Saga label, 
                one of the earliest low-budget companies 
                during the LP era, they gave us the 
                Bartók quartets and Brahms’ clarinet 
                quintet with the eminent Reginald Kell. 
                I dug out that record from one of the 
                stacks that now have to be stored in 
                an annex; it was published in 1962. 
                The members then were Leonard Sorkin, 
                violin, Abram Loft, violin, Irving Ilmer, 
                viola and George Sopkin, cello, of which 
                Sorkin and Sopkin were founding members 
                back in 1946. Changes of personnel have 
                of course taken place, but of the present 
                members cellist Wolfgang Laufer replaced 
                Sopkin in 1979, first violinist Ralph 
                Evans succeeded Sorkin in 1982 and second 
                violinist Efim Boico joined in 1983, 
                which means that the three of them have 
                been playing together for almost 25 
                years. Violist Yuri Gandelsman arrived 
                in 2001. With such longevity, especially 
                in the outer voices, the tradition no 
                doubt lives on and together with the 
                Borodin Quartet, founded the same year 
                although initially under a different 
                name, the Fine Arts Quartet can claim 
                to be possibly the most long-lived quartet. 
                I am not quite sure how long the Galimir 
                Quartet endured: it was founded in 1929 
                while Felix Galimir was still a teenager 
                and as late as 1983 they still performed 
                with the founder as first violinist 
                but in between it had been defunct for 
                periods. 
              
 
              
Anyway, remembrances 
                of the Fine Arts’ recordings from the 
                1960s tempted me to ask for the present 
                disc, in spite of not being a specialist 
                in Schumann’s chamber music. The first 
                impression seemed to confirm that tradition 
                had been preserved. The silken tone, 
                the lightness of the bowing that characterized 
                the Brahms quintet is in evidence here. 
                There is after all a certain kinship 
                between that most ethereal of Brahms 
                compositions and Schumann’s more lyrically 
                atmospheric than powerfully outgoing 
                quartets. Inspired by Beethoven and 
                Haydn he was a weaker personality and 
                the musical equivalent of Beethoven’s 
                wrinkled forehead and profound penetration 
                of the innermost corners of a dark soul, 
                in Schumann’s hands becomes a more idyllic 
                landscape, technically accomplished 
                and inventive with skilful contrapuntal 
                writing and not devoid of darker streaks. 
              
 
              
The dreamy introduction 
                to the A minor quartet (tr. 1) could 
                be as good a calling card as any to 
                the lyrical side of the quartet’s playing, 
                where the unanimous attack and the homogenous 
                sound at once places this group among 
                the elite of today’s chamber music ensembles. 
                In a livelier mood the scherzo (tr, 
                2) whirls along almost nonchalantly 
                but with expert precision. The Adagio 
                (tr. 3), where the viola’s plucked string 
                accompaniment reminds us that Schumann’s 
                instrument was the piano, has a serene 
                beauty, not without sombre undertones. 
                It is played with hushed intensity, 
                while the concluding Presto in 
                glaring contrast has an uninhibited 
                down-to-earth joyfulness. This is healthily 
                vital music, where an almost immobile 
                Moderato section provides a resting 
                point before the powerful final bars. 
              
 
              
The Schumann quartets 
                are relatively rarely featured on chamber 
                music programmes. It was some time since 
                I had heard any of them and truth to 
                tell I have held them in no high esteem, 
                finding them fairly bloodless. Either 
                I have been unlucky to hear them in 
                mediocre performances or I have become 
                more open-minded. Compared to Beethoven 
                he can still feel a bit pale but Schumann’s 
                poetry has its own rewards. The F major 
                quartet is probably the most elusive, 
                like a butterfly fluttering about, weightless 
                on a beautiful summer’s day in search 
                for nectar. The Fine Arts catch this 
                lightness with great elegance. 
              
 
              
By far the longest 
                work is the A major quartet, playing 
                here for more than 32 minutes. It is 
                conceived on a grander scale than the 
                others but it is still predominantly 
                lyrical. The slow movement, Adagio 
                molto, must count as one of the 
                most beautiful single pieces Schumann 
                ever wrote – inward, private music, 
                played here with great care for nuance. 
                Having a weakness for seeing pictures 
                in music I spot a couple of jolly vagabonds 
                in the finale, wandering through a sun-drenched 
                landscape, now junping about, now running 
                quickly, now marching. It makes for 
                a high-spirited end to the quartet. 
              
 
              
My only other recording 
                of a Schumann quartet was the Alberni 
                Quartet’s version of the A major. Apart 
                from the Adagio molto they are 
                marginally faster than the Fine Arts. 
                The finale at first sounded a bit rushed, 
                but they are also a little more incisive 
                which gives their reading an extra frisson 
                of excitement. While finding both versions 
                wholly acceptable I wonder if Schumann 
                himself wouldn’t have found the Fine 
                Arts Quartet more to his liking. Comparisons 
                can sometimes be odious and on their 
                own merits this well-filled disc will 
                not disappoint. Especially at Naxos’ 
                price readers who have so far fought 
                shy of these quartets should give them 
                a try. Like me, they will possibly find 
                that this is eminently well-wrought 
                and attractive music. Keith Anderson’s 
                liner notes are as usual illuminating. 
              
Göran Forsling