Wolf-Ferrari’s Idillio-Concerto 
                for oboe, strings and two horns 
                is a work that comes gift-wrapped "delicious". 
                You can’t go wrong with it, unless you’re 
                especially insensitive. Fortunately 
                Piet van Bockstal displays no such limitations 
                and he too revels in its lyricism, warmth 
                and verdant welcoming power. Yes, by 
                1932 it might have seemed old hat but 
                who cares about hats now, old or otherwise. 
                This is a just a gorgeous work pure 
                and simple – would that Leon Goossens 
                had got his chops around it and spun 
                his fabled legato on its lissom fabric. 
              
 
              
Still, again, let’s 
                forego Goossens - since he didn’t record 
                it - and concentrate on the warm glow 
                of this SACD performance. Lightly sprung, 
                delicately orchestrated and excellently 
                played, the work receives a flexible 
                and very winning performance. We can 
                enjoy anew the pert scherzo and the 
                reflective and beautifully vocalised 
                melody of the slow movement; so too 
                the gentle end of the concerto. No one 
                would claim it to be a work of profundity 
                but if it’s profundity you want go and 
                listen to Bruckner. Wolf-Ferrari’s forte 
                was luscious, lovely melody. 
              
 
              
That said once you’ve 
                heard the Idillio-Concerto 
                you’ve pretty much heard 
                the 1947 Concertino for cor anglais, 
                strings and two horns. This was his 
                last completed work and is again cast 
                in four essentially neo-classical movements 
                and their layout is decidedly reminiscent 
                of the earlier work. Still, easy charm 
                is here in abundance and no sign of 
                darkening skies. The same loping unhurried 
                ease pervades the score, the same verismo 
                lyricism – little fugal feints that 
                don’t really mean it, light and spruce 
                orchestration that never swamps the 
                relative fragility of the cor anglais; 
                and listen out for the perkiest of trios 
                in the capriccio movement. The slow 
                movement is a warm aria – not regretful, 
                not leave taking, not lachrymose, just 
                lovely. The finale even opens with some 
                decidedly classical hunting horns – 
                terrific stuff. 
              
 
              
The final work is the 
                Suite Concertino for bassoon, strings 
                and two horns and it’s back to 1933 
                for this one. Again four movements and 
                again simplicity of means. And once 
                more we get more lyricism, charm, classical 
                form, a breezy scherzo and a warm if 
                burly aria for the bassoon. The finale 
                even ends with naughty baroque trills 
                for the soloist along with a plangent 
                "back to 1740" cadence. Why 
                don’t more bassoonists play it? You’d 
                have to ask a bassoonist I suppose. 
              
 
              
First class performances 
                all round and warm SACD sound though 
                I listened on a conventional set-up. 
                The performers are well balanced, the 
                sound very congenial. I happen to be 
                partial to Wolf-Ferrari and others wouldn’t 
                be quite so indulgent. Agreed, there’s 
                some similar expressive ground covered 
                in all three works. So don’t programme 
                them together – spread them throughout 
                the evening. You’ll enjoy them. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                 
              
 
              
see also review 
                by Michael Cookson