On the afternoon I received this new disc of Fritz Kreisler’s 
                violin music, I put it on the stereo with no intention of being 
                critical or taking notes for this review. I found it delightfully 
                easy to sit back and enjoy these sweet, wistful performances. 
                This album, featuring the Portuguese violinist Carlos Damas on 
                the Polish label Dux, does not fare quite as well when subjected 
                to critical scrutiny. Certainly it does not challenge the historical 
                recordings of Kreisler himself, but it nevertheless has considerable 
                charms. You could argue that this music is not meant for the analytical 
                ear anyway, and this cheery, heartfelt album would serve handily 
                as proof.  
              
Violinist 
                    Carlos Damas and pianist Ana Tomasik make an excellent duo 
                    in these performances. The playing by Damas can be a bit ‘rough 
                    around the edges’ with unpolished attack and enthusiastic 
                    playing that gets in the way of technical perfection. His 
                    harmonics have a slightly scratchy tone, but the most important 
                    thing is that his heart is in the music. His charm in works 
                    like Poldini’s Poupée Valsante overcomes all objections. 
                    This music wears an almost permanent smile, and appropriately 
                    so do these performances. Damas can really sing big tunes, 
                    too, as in both works entitled Serenade Espagnol - 
                    one by Chaminade, the other by Glazunov. Tomasik’s accompaniment 
                    is very fine, though she is not exactly the star of this program. 
                  
A 
                    few qualms must be raised. First, the recorded sound is very 
                    bright, perhaps too much so. Second, the microphones are placed 
                    closely enough that one can occasionally hear Damas breathing; 
                    I was never particularly bothered by this but some listeners 
                    will be; Damas is not one for quiet breath intake in the heat 
                    of performance. The playing time of this disc is under an 
                    hour, but some of the best Kreisler works are missing, most 
                    glaringly my personal favorite, Liebesleid. Maybe a 
                    second volume is on the way? Perhaps least fortunate a circumstance 
                    is the state of the liner-notes: a booklet containing biographies 
                    of the composer and performers but no information whatsoever 
                    about the music itself; and no detail on the recording sessions. 
                    There are, however, some beautiful photographs of Fritz Kreisler’s 
                    personal violin. 
                  
Yes, 
                    there are superior collections of Kreisler’s exquisite music. 
                    The most obvious is that recorded by the composer-transcriber 
                    himself, but if sound quality is a concern I am also fond 
                    of an Analekta disc featuring the brilliant James Ehnes and 
                    pianist Eduard Laurel. Ehnes’ way with this music is just 
                    as expressive and he is just as charming as Damas. The Canadian 
                    is also equipped with a sweeter, more purely beautiful tone. 
                    Another major difference is in repertoire: Ehnes devotes quite 
                    a bit of space to Kreisler’s baroque-style works - Corelli 
                    variations, the transcribed Devil’s Trill Sonata - while Damas 
                    opts for a grab-bag of more romantic compositions like La 
                    Gitana, Aucassin et Nicolette, and the Miniature 
                    Viennese March. There is certainly room for both albums 
                    on your shelf. After all, this music is nearly impossible 
                    to play without feeling. Though Carlos Damas is no James Ehnes, 
                    let alone a Fritz Kreisler, he is a performer with heart. 
                    Listening to this disc was, and shall continue to be, a pleasure.
                    
                    Brian Reinhart