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            Ludwig van 
              BEETHOVEN (1770-1827) 
               
              Violin Sonatas: Volume 1 
              No. 1 in D, Op. 12/1 (1799) [19:50]; No. 4 in A minor, Op. 23 (1800) 
              [20:23]; No. 8 in G, Op. 30/3 (1801/2) [17:44]; No. 7 in C minor, 
              Op. 30/2 (1801/2) [24:27]  
                
              Alina Ibragimova (violin); Cédric Tiberghien (piano)  
              rec. live, Wigmore Hall, London, 27 October 2009  
                
              WIGMORE HALL LIVE WHLIVE0036 [82:24]   
             
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                  On this evidence this is clearly a very special musical partnership. 
                  Ibragimova and Tiberghien have high profile and successful solo 
                  careers. They actually played some of the sonatas together during 
                  their time as Radio 3 New Generation Artists. Later, in October 
                  2009, they embarked on a complete cycle following an Aldeburgh 
                  residency which gave them time to work together on these masterworks. 
                  Here is the concert at the Wigmore from 27 October 2009, as 
                  fresh and invigorating music-making as one is likely to hear. 
                   
                   
                  They begin with the D major, Op. 12/1. Rapid semiquaver runs 
                  hold no fears for either player, and when played together the 
                  ensemble is miraculous. The reading is evidently carefully considered. 
                  The opening’s combination of outgoing D major celebration with 
                  a more intimate mode of utterance sets up a contradiction that 
                  leads to a full flowering of the more ruminative aspect later 
                  in the movement. This sounds perfectly inevitable in these hands. 
                  Ibragimova’s tone is pure and sweet, and she clearly is alive 
                  to the more lyric aspect to this first movement without, laudably, 
                  interrupting the basic pulse. The central variation movement 
                  is, interpretatively, highly exploratory, with the players intent 
                  on fully revealing the music’s many layers. As the emotional 
                  core of the work, it requires a jaunty finale, and that is exactly 
                  what it gets, with the youth of the players working entirely 
                  in their favour here. One sits agape at Tiberghien’s easy evenness 
                  with the accompaniments. The quiet end is miraculously accomplished. 
                   
                   
                  The A minor, Op. 23 receives a serious, pensive account. Ibragimova’s 
                  shifting, nervous lines hit at the very heart of the sonata. 
                  The substitute slow movement, an Andante scherzoso, più Allegretto, 
                  contains some delicious dialogue between the two instrumentalists. 
                  It is pure joy – one can clearly imagine smiles on the performers’ 
                  faces. The confidence from both Ibragimova and Tiberghien of 
                  the opening of Op. 30/3, taken at breakneck speed, is remarkable. 
                  Ibragimova offers some supremely sweet playing here, too. Concentration 
                  reaches its peak in the central movement (Tempo di menuetto, 
                  ma molto moderato e grazioso); the finale is another master-class 
                  in ensemble, shot through with Beethovenian verve.  
                   
                  Finally, the C minor, Op. 30/2 which is given an impetuous reading 
                  of great spontaneity. There is some beautiful stopping from 
                  Ibragimova - as if it is the most natural thing in the world 
                  for her to do. I wonder if Tiberghien could not have made more 
                  of his mid-movement subterranean rattlings, and of the two it 
                  is Ibragimova who better captures the C minor dynamism inherent 
                  in the music. Tiberghien finds the repose of the Adagio cantabile’s 
                  opening, though, preparing superbly for the violin’s entrance. 
                  Ibragimova does not disappoint, whispering sotto voce 
                  into the audience’s ear. The ghostly passage just prior to the 
                  five minute mark here is most effective, especially from Tiberghien 
                  with his disembodied scales. The scherzo and finale are the 
                  essence of Beethoven’s spirit, accents cheeky and disruptive, 
                  gruff outbursts superbly rendered, energy everywhere.  
                   
                  The concert itself was reviewed 
                  by my colleague Mark Berry for this site in the Seen 
                  & Heard section. The steeliness of tone from Ibragimova 
                  at the outset of Op. 12/1 noted there seems far less intrusive 
                  on disc; I wonder whether this was an acoustic problem? Reviewer 
                  seats at the Wigmore are usually right at the back, right in 
                  the acoustic trap, whereas the microphones are inevitably far 
                  closer to the musicians. Or, could it have been retaken after 
                  the concert? In support of such tidying-ups taking place, Mark 
                  noted that the final bars of Op. 30/2’s slow movement degenerated 
                  into a coughathon, but there is no sonic evidence of that here. 
                   
                   
                  The Wigmore Hall Live label has opted to print some details 
                  in black against a purple background, making them difficult 
                  to read. A shame, as these are vibrant readings whose sense 
                  of life is infectious. It would be a pity if that put off prospective 
                  purchasers in record shops - if anyone goes to them, these days. 
                  The playing time, at over 80 minutes, is massively generous, 
                  too.  
                
 Colin Clarke  
                   
 
                 
                
				  
                  
                  
                   
               
             
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