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This is the second 
                in Preiser’s new series devoted to David 
                Oistrakh’s Trio that I’ve reviewed. 
                Founded in the darkest days of the War, 
                in 1941, it lasted until cellist Sviatoslav 
                Knushevitzky’s early death in 1963, 
                followed soon after by Lev Oborin’s. 
                All three were born within a year of 
                each other and Oistrakh, ironically, 
                given that he died at only sixty-six, 
                outlasted them all. Their natural successors 
                were the Kogan-Rostropovich-Gilels trio 
                whose discs have rather put into the 
                shade the older trio’s late 1940s series, 
                disinterred here. 
              
They espoused some 
                novel things on disc and Rimsky’s incomplete 
                Trio was certainly a first. It was Maximilian 
                Steinberg, a pupil of Rimsky-Korsakov, 
                who completed this problematic piece 
                begun in 1897 but put aside and left 
                incomplete on the composer’s death. 
                Clearly it was the stimulus of Steinberg’s 
                work, not undertaken until 1939, over 
                forty years after it was ditched, that 
                encouraged the studios to get the premier 
                trio in Russia to record it. It’s certainly 
                fascinating hearing the Oistrakh Trio 
                getting to grips with a rather sprawling 
                superstructure and trying to minimise 
                deficiencies. They’re quite closely 
                miked, if a shade dryly – which allows 
                admirers to listen closely – which was 
                not always the case in the boxy Moscow 
                recording studios (they could rival 
                Parisian ones in the 1920s for lack 
                of resonance). They bring a sense of 
                bigness to the playing that manages 
                to conceal many of the compositional 
                cracks, even in the repetitive passages, 
                and Oborin proves masterful in his part, 
                here and elsewhere. The Scherzo is witty 
                with a trio of glancing depth (led by 
                the pianist) and the Adagio features 
                fine, lean playing from Knushevitzky 
                and Oistrakh coiling and trilling over 
                the top of him. The finale is probably 
                the most diverting movement, opening 
                with recitativo solos and fierce fugal 
                passages, before the piano drifts in 
                with an unexpected moment seemingly 
                imported from a Beethoven piano sonata 
                (a reverie, really) then to finish some 
                fresh aired dancery. An odd, obviously 
                problematic work but one played with 
                sympathy and colour by three great musicians. 
              
No 
                such worries about the Smetana, which 
                I played again and again. Oistrakh was 
                a notable exponent of Dvořák and 
                here he proves just as versatile in 
                the Czech trio literature (later on 
                in this Preiser series we find him in 
                Dvořák trios). The trio brings 
                great reserves of nobility and depth 
                to this tragic work, the string players 
                widening their vibrato further still 
                in the second movement, bring to bear 
                real contrasts between the opening of 
                the maestoso passages and the 
                dynamically reduced rather feminine 
                answering phrases. They construct a 
                real drama of the soul and their finale 
                is in turn exciting, touching, grand, 
                affecting and rapt. 
              
Full marks to Preiser 
                for returning these discs to the catalogue 
                – I’m not aware that these performances 
                have been released on CD before though 
                Preiser doesn’t boast of it. They probably 
                saw service in the 1950s on such labels 
                as Monitor and Westminster but they 
                are doubly welcome on silver disc. 
              
Jonathan Woolf