First, a minor mystery regarding the sound engineering on these 
                  recordings. The recording information on this IDIS issue is 
                  lamentably scant, but insofar as I can tell from some cursory 
                  research, the Enigma was recorded for Pye in June 1956 
                  by Mercury engineers in the Free Trade Hall, Manchester. However, 
                  the Theme itself is in mono and stereo begins only at the start 
                  of the first Variation. This is unsettling, especially as the 
                  violins sustain a B natural forming the link between the two 
                  movements, during which the aural picture changes abruptly from 
                  mono to stereo. I have no idea why; perhaps the beginning of 
                  the stereo tape was lost or damaged, or someone threw a switch 
                  at the close of the Theme. This was a time of experimentation 
                  in stereo but you would hardly guess it from the superlative 
                  quality of these analogue recordings, made on 35 mm film rather 
                  than half inch recording tape, according to standard Mercury 
                  practice.
                   
                  Pye presumably did not have stereo equipment in June 1956, yet 
                  they recorded the Elegy and the Introduction and 
                  Allegro for Strings later in stereo in the December of 
                  that same year. Presumably they would therefore have recorded 
                  this Cello Concerto in stereo in June 1957 yet here it appears 
                  in mono – excellent mono, to be sure, but old technology nonetheless. 
                  Again, perhaps the original stereo master was lost, damaged 
                  or in some manner unsatisfactory.
                   
                  Thus we are left with the Enigma (except for the opening 
                  Theme) and the Elegy in stereo, with the Cello Concerto 
                  sandwiched between them in mono, even though it was recorded 
                  in the year following those first two items.
                   
                  This 2011 re-mastering by Danilo Prefumo for IDIS is also puzzling. 
                  Although the sound per se is superb, despite some slight screech 
                  on the upper strings in the mono tracks, the pauses in between 
                  tracks in the Cello Concerto are irritatingly short and consist 
                  of audible “dead sound” rather than the ambient noise and slight 
                  hiss which would suggest the continuity of a concert, as if 
                  he had not selected “flac lossless”. Worse, the ends of the 
                  Cello Concerto and “Elegy” are cut short before the sound has 
                  faded away naturally; I cannot imagine that this is the fault 
                  of the original recording. IDIS provides no notes or recording 
                  information beyond “Studio recording” and the year; all we have 
                  are track-listings.
                   
                  Yet this is still a very enjoyable and valuable disc, such is 
                  the quality of the performances. They have been somewhat overshadowed 
                  by his recordings made in the 1960s for EMI with the LSO and 
                  the Philharmonia, yet the Hallé sounds their equal here. Barbirolli’s 
                  way with Elgar was never over-reverential; indeed he could seem 
                  brisk were it not for the genial manner in which he so carefully 
                  brings out details and constantly makes telling, minute adjustments 
                  to phrasing. His accounts of the Enigma Variations 
                  and Cello Concerto are amongst the swiftest on record – only 
                  Pierre Fournier’s version of the latter with the Berlin Philharmonic 
                  is faster. Barbirolli’s interpretation of Nimrod could 
                  seem even a little peremptory to the casual listener – but it 
                  isn’t; his tempo is more Andante than Adagio 
                  yet still builds very satisfyingly from some really soft, delicate 
                  playing to a noble climax without courting sentimentality.
                   
                  Barbirolli has clearly envisioned the Enigma Variations 
                  as an affectionate tribute to friends rather than some monumental 
                  statement and his interpretation reflects that affection in 
                  its wit and warmth. While I still enjoy a more grand and stately 
                  manner such as Zubin Mehta and the Los Angeles Philharmonic 
                  bring to this music in my wild-card favourite recording from 
                  1972, Barbirolli’s approach seems to me to be much more in the 
                  true Elgarian spirit, avoiding any hint of bombast. Elgar’s 
                  tribute to his wife (No.II) is tenderly phrased, Troyte 
                  (No.VII) is wonderfully animated, the Intermezzo is 
                  charmingly graceful, the Romanza (No.VII) passionate 
                  and the Finale thrilling, complete with organ. This 
                  is not Elgar the patriotic old buffer, but the composer as a 
                  subtle and sensitive soul.
                   
                  There is no doubt that this account of the Cello Concerto with 
                  André Navarra has been overshadowed by Barbirolli’s later recording 
                  with Jacqueline du Pré, yet apart from the obvious disadvantage 
                  of mono sound it is by no means necessarily inferior. From the 
                  very opening, Navarra’s attack tells us that this will be a 
                  virile, direct interpretation without affectation or undue melancholy. 
                  There is always room for du Pré’s freer, more rhapsodic approach 
                  or Lloyd Webber’s more thoughtful and ponderous delivery, but 
                  in spirit Navarra is closest to the aforementioned recording 
                  by another French cellist, Fournier with the Berlin Philharmonic 
                  in 1965. He brings a richness and depth of tone to the music, 
                  sharing Navarra’s lack of artifice or striving for conscious 
                  effect, but also has the advantage over Navarra of sumptuous 
                  sound. However, he is in fact recorded too close, with the orchestra 
                  pushed into the background. Furthermore, seductive though Fournier 
                  is, I do not think he is technically quite as adept as Navarra: 
                  a few slips and imprecisions creep in and his Finale 
                  lacks the requisite tension, although the aristocratic poise 
                  and inner fire of his version still carry the day for me.
                   
                  Navarra had a neater, more slender sound with a fast vibrato; 
                  it is leaner than Fournier or du Pré, who had a uniquely plush 
                  tone. The first movement is robust and defiant. In the Lento 
                  of the second movement, he is not as overtly elegiac as du Pré’s, 
                  but he is always musical and impassioned and both steadier and 
                  more tonally centred than Lloyd Webber. Nobody, however, matches 
                  du Pré’s tightness and accuracy in the tumbling semi-quavers 
                  of the Allegro molto or her joyous emphasis of the 
                  pizzicato flourish concluding that bravura passage. Yet in the 
                  famous Adagio, Navarra’s command of graded dynamics, 
                  the long line and his nuanced phrasing are especially striking. 
                  The Finale, to borrow a fellow reviewer’s phrase, “swaggers 
                  cockily”, recapturing the defiant note of the opening and ending 
                  more positively than more desolate interpretations.
                   
                  Finally, the 1956 Elegy is, I think, superior to the 
                  stereo account of ten years later: it conveys a more poignant 
                  conviction, making the slightly premature cut-off all the more 
                  regrettable.
                   
                  Despite its technical flaws and peculiarities this is a disc 
                  to give great pleasure to the connoisseur of the partnership 
                  between Elgar and Barbirolli.
                    
                Ralph Moore