Perhaps it’s a terrible admission to make, but much as I love 
                Haydn, I have never really warmed to his concertos. Here, I thought, 
                was the father of the Symphony as we know it today, the String 
                Quartet as we know it today, and the foundation of opera. OK, 
                I know that Mozart had an hand in the development of all these 
                forms but it was Haydn who got things going. Sure enough, there’s 
                drama and poetry aplenty in the pieces mentioned but concertos? 
                Where’s the dramatic interplay between soloist and orchestra? 
                Where’s the element of man standing alone against the crowd? 
                Then 
                  along comes this disk and I suddenly have to re–think my position. 
                  It had never dawned on me that the concept of protagonist and 
                  lynch mob hadn’t been invented at the time Haydn was writing 
                  his concerted works. So now I can see them in a different light 
                  for what they are – wonderful entertainment music with prominent 
                  parts for solo instruments. 
                I’m 
                  glad that I’ve been able to change my views and can now enjoy 
                  these works for they are delightful. The Horn Concerto 
                  which opens the disk is full of good things, the writing for 
                  horn is certainly virtuosic – the range which Haydn demands 
                  of his performer is phenomenal – and here Babanov is quite happy 
                  whether he plays in the highest or lowest registers. Haydn goes 
                  to both extremes and exploits the full range of the instrument. 
                  The work also includes two quite taxing cadenzas. It is thought 
                  that the work was written for Joseph Leutgeb, the recipient 
                  of Mozart’s four Horn Concertos - he must have been some 
                  player! And what a lucky man to have five such magnificent works 
                  created for him! 
                The 
                  Harpsichord Concerto is full of great jokes. I especially 
                  love the jumping frog impression which the keyboard undertakes 
                  at 1:37 in the first movement. There’s lots of interplay between 
                  soloist and orchestra, more than in the wind concertos, but 
                  this is probably because Haydn knew that his soloist wouldn’t 
                  be overwhelmed by the accompaniment as easily as in the other 
                  works. The slow movement contains many little jokes with grace 
                  notes cheekily sticking their noses into the serious business 
                  of tunefulness. The finale is simply a fast romp. 
                The 
                  Double Concerto is thought to have started life as a 
                  work for organ. It is considered to have been performed for 
                  the solemn profession of Therese Keller, Haydn’ future sister–in–law, 
                  as a nun in 1756 – the proof being that the range used by the 
                  fortepiano is restricted to the range of the contemporary Viennese 
                  organ. Certainly, this is a more serious work, more stately, 
                  than the others contained herein. The two soloists never engage 
                  in overt display and more often than not they connect in harmonious 
                  duet. Rather lovely it is, too. The finale is fast and joyful, 
                  but there’s still a serious undertone to the music. 
                Thanks 
                  to the solo trumpet repertoire being quite small, until contemporary 
                  composers started writing for it, Haydn’s Trumpet Concerto 
                  has become very well known. It’s a true virtuoso work with a 
                  gorgeous slow movement and a racy finale. 
                The 
                  performances here are first class, with lots of life and a real 
                  period feel. There’s nothing prissy or restrained about them 
                  - they’re really very alive. Thoroughly enjoyable. 
                I 
                  must make two points. First of all, in almost every movement, 
                  for reasons best known to himself, Müller–Brühl insists on making huge rallentandi 
                  at the ends of movements. This  ruins the flow of what has gone 
                  before. It is a blemish on the performances. 
                My 
                  second point is rather more important. The sound is in Naxos’s 
                  best manner – bright and clear. In the Trumpet Concerto 
                  the balance between soloist and orchestra is perfect. The whole 
                  sound is well focused and there is a good relationship between 
                  listener and performer. However, in the other three works the 
                  recording is very close which slightly distorts the sound-picture 
                  as everything comes across as being overblown. The obviously 
                  small string orchestra ends up sounding like a small orchestra 
                  which has been over–amplified. This is most noticeable in the 
                  slow movements where a more intimate atmosphere is required 
                  than in the faster pieces. If you turn the volume down in the 
                  hope of taming the sound you lose some of the presence of the 
                  performances. This is a shame for these are spritely performances 
                  which are real winners and will do much to make these works 
                  better known to the public. 
                This 
                  is well worth having, despite my reservations about the sound. 
                  If you can tame it ever so slightly – it doesn’t need much – 
                  you’ll have a really good time listening to very pleasurable 
                  music. 
                Bob Briggs