Böhm had recorded both these works in 1939 with 
          the Dresden Staatskapelle. The soloist in the Piano Concerto was the 
          same, Backhaus, whereas the violinist was Max Strub. I last saw those 
          performances coupled on LP – in Volume One of the Böhm in Dresden 
          box set – though doubtless they’ve made subsequent reappearances … and 
          rightly so. Over a decade later Backhaus and Böhm were taped in 
          the Concerto in a broadcast recorded by RIAS, Berlin. The conductor 
          moulds the strings with powerful care but there’s also a slight feeling 
          of rhythmic insistence. Backhaus is fluent, not at all unstable, if 
          sometimes guilty of some over-languid phrasing in the first movement. 
          His cadenza here is also more than slightly hectic in places. The slow 
          movement’s solemnity is not of the famous Orpheus and the Beasts variety. 
          There’s less a sense of confrontation and more a feeling of interiority 
          here, in which the soloist and orchestra become subsumed into a single 
          line. It conveys a spirit of indivisibility, of an active monologue 
          and not of a fractious orchestra battening on the reflective-philosophical 
          piano. These things are of course difficult to convey but both soloist 
          and conductor maintain the linearity of the argument, its mutual reliance 
          to the end and I found it a thought provoking view. The Finale begins 
          rather daintily but soon adopts very slightly stolid tempi and Backhaus 
          again indulges a rather raucous cadenza. 
        
 
        
The Violin Concerto brings to the fore the French violinist 
          who was so popular in Germany, Christian Ferras. His slim tone hadn’t 
          yet fully taken on its more abrasive qualities though that rather fast 
          vibrato is in place. He makes a predictably big slow down for the second 
          subject and sounds meticulously phrased – really rather too meticulously 
          phrased for me – as he does so and bordering on mannerism. There’s some 
          strong and heavy profiling from Böhm as there is in the second 
          movement. The Berlin basses are deep brown but occasionally a little 
          immobile. Ferras meanwhile is reverential in his playing though, lacking 
          the range of tone colours of more opulent players, relies instead on 
          the prayerful intimacies of his tight vibrato, sure technique and elegant 
          phrasing. There is a rather extreme orchestral diminuendo from the conductor 
          before Ferras takes a mini cadenza before the finale. I liked the strength 
          and power of the orchestral crescendo here, the intensity of the soloist’s 
          rhythmic emphases. Ferras audibly tires in the cadenza where some roughness 
          in bowing begins to afflict his playing but trips away cleanly to a 
          bright conclusion. A predominantly traditional performance then and 
          one recorded on two successive nights so one supposes some patching 
          and splicing has been employed. The notes are rather sparse but the 
          sound is splendid. 
        
 
        
        
Jonathan Woolf