Saint-Georges, the 
                son of a French colonial planter and 
                a Senegalese slave, seems to have been 
                a "Jack of all trades". Apparently 
                he was an athlete, swordsman, military 
                commander, huntsman, violin virtuoso 
                and conductor (directing the first performances 
                of Haydn’s Paris Symphonies in 
                1787) - but was he a master composer? 
                As this disc is the only evidence currently 
                available to me, I shall reserve judgment 
                on that for the present. However, I 
                should say straightaway that this music 
                is certainly worth an airing. Here it 
                is beautifully played and this disc 
                is a joyful listening experience. 
              
 
              
Structurally, these 
                concertos might seem to be standard 
                fare. All have three movements with 
                the main meat in the first, followed 
                by a slow interlude and quick finale. 
                They are neither tonally ambitious nor 
                particularly virtuosic but are highly 
                melodious and the work of an individual 
                voice. In the context of the 1770s, 
                these concertos seem at least as interesting 
                as Haydn’s C major concerto (Hob.VIIa:1) 
                written in 1769, though not quite at 
                the level of inspiration of Mozart’s 
                five concertos (written between 1773-5). 
                Allan Badley, the author of excellent 
                notes in the booklet for this disc, 
                speculates that Mozart might have heard 
                Saint-Georges play his Concerto No. 
                10 when he was in Paris in 1778 (and 
                feels sure that the great composer would 
                have heard much to admire). 
              
 
              
One interesting feature 
                of this music is that none of the movements 
                on this disc finishes forte or 
                louder - the music reaches a natural 
                conclusion without emphasis. There are 
                few (if any) climaxes, just a stream 
                of ideas skillfully interwoven between 
                soloist and orchestra. I have no idea 
                if Paganini (who was born in 1782) was 
                ever exposed to this composer’s music 
                but I found a kinship and suspect that, 
                if you like Paganini’s concertos, these 
                will also appeal. For me, No. 10 is 
                the pick of the bunch but they are all 
                most attractive works. 
              
 
              
The Chinese violinist, 
                Qian Zhou, is no more familiar to me 
                than the composer was but, again, I 
                was impressed. She was a child prodigy 
                who came of age in 1987 on winning the 
                Marguerite Long/Jacques Thibaud competition 
                in Paris. She produces beautiful tone 
                and her playing of these concertos is 
                most cultured. There is excellent support 
                from the Toronto Camarata under Kevin 
                Mallon and they are very naturally recorded. 
                Add to this a high standard of presentation 
                and the low cost, and just what are 
                you waiting for? I’m off to check out 
                the first disc in the series (played 
                by different forces) which somehow seems 
                to have passed me by. 
              
 
              
Naxos have done it 
                again – this label is "Jack of 
                all kinds of interesting music you’ve 
                never heard before" and master 
                of the irresistible bargain. 
              
 
              
Patrick C Waller 
                
              
see also review 
                by Jonathan Woolf