Szigeti made some of the greatest recordings 
                  of the Brahms Concerto and the Op.108 Sonata ever committed 
                  to disc. The first was with the Hallé and Hamilton Harty and 
                  the second with Egon Petri. It’s perhaps less well known that 
                  post-War he recorded a cycle of the sonatas with Mieczyslaw 
                  Horszowski that spanned the 1950s, starting in early LP mono 
                  and ending in stereo. Biddulph have here given us the First, 
                  taped in 1951, and maybe the rest of the cycle will emerge in 
                  due course. These come from a period that is, with good reason, 
                  the least well documented of Szigeti’s legacy. The problems 
                  that increasingly (if inconsistently) attended to his playing 
                  are well known to his admirers and cannot be gainsaid. So those 
                  who are familiar with Szigeti from roughly 1927-38 should not 
                  expect to find this noble musician untarnished and the list 
                  of deficiencies that one must inevitably note should be seen 
                  in the context of his waning control and illness.
                The 
                  First Sonata is a noble carapace of a reading illuminated especially 
                  by Horszowski’s ever-sensitive pianism. They recorded together 
                  frequently and his supportive sensitivity offers a tissue of 
                  coherence and imagination. So, it’s true, does Szigeti but his 
                  playing is but a ghost of his prime. There are frequent intonational 
                  slippages, the vibrato is now woefully slow (and thus incapable 
                  of rapid inflection) and the tone is terribly thin and starved. 
                  Columbia also had the bad idea to record 
                  him up close – maybe as a result of an endemic lack of projection 
                  – so these faults are magnified. Szigeti suffered from diabetes 
                  and I believe, later on, Parkinson’s Disease – and there are 
                  signs here of that dreaded enemy, bow shake (not to labour the 
                  point but try 6.50 in the first movement; it’s generally on 
                  sustained notes, exacerbated by the low Hubay bowing arm.) The 
                  legato of the slow movement is compromised by all these frailties. 
                  The phrasing itself in other circumstances would be luminous 
                  but the melancholic direction is not sustained by technical 
                  competence and there’s no allure or vibrance to Szigeti’s tone. 
                  The measured finale comes off best – though he’s not able to 
                  “lift” the rhetoric with any athleticism and the roughness of 
                  the playing becomes wearying.
                Though 
                  the Piano Quartet was recorded the following year he had some 
                  stellar support and the advantage of being tonally submerged 
                  – also, it’s true, of the famous Prades acoustic, which always 
                  tended to be rather distant and none too clear. This is a serious 
                  but songful reading in which his colleague Myra Hess, whom he’d 
                  known by then for over forty years when they’d performed together 
                  in turn-of-the-century London, is commanding and powerful. Katims 
                  and Tortelier shepherd Szigeti with considerable delicacy; their 
                  playing may be ultimately tonally incongruous but one doesn’t 
                  notice too often. Hess leads in the Scherzo, whilst Tortelier 
                  proves nobly aloof in the slow movement, warmly expressive enough 
                  to cover the thinness in his violin partner’s playing. Measured 
                  but involved the string players’ intonation does waver now and 
                  then in the finale but the gains are ones of commitment and 
                  drama. 
                The 
                  transfers have presumably used (Biddulph doesn’t say or give 
                  source material) the original LP pressings. These sound well 
                  enough though iniquities of balance in the Sonata and distance 
                  in the Quartet are inherent. This is very much for Szigeti completists 
                  – I’m not aware of any previous reappearances of this Op.78 
                  Sonata; to those for whom the ubiquity of those fabled older 
                  recordings might encourage a purchase I would just urge respectful, 
                  understanding caution.
                Jonathan 
                  Woolf