The business of expanding and contracting scores by Shostakovich
                    seems quite a healthy one. We’ve had string quartets made
                    into chamber concertos, Symphony no.15 reduced to a quintet
                    (DG 449 966-2, also with Kremer), and now the two great,
                    late sonatas for violin and viola having been blown up into
                    concertos with accompaniment by string orchestra and percussion.
                    Knowing and loving these pieces as I do in their original
                    form, I wasn’t prepared to be instantly wowed by the concept
                    or the execution – Kremer, Bashmet and Baltica were always
                    going to have to convince me, one way or another.
                
                 
                
                
                This world premiere recording of this orchestrated Violin
                      Sonata announces itself with one of Shostakovich’s
                      most open and sparing musical statements. With the piano
                      substituted for strings one has to get used to the difference – the
                      lack of attack, however gentle, which gives the piano that
                      wandering, searching quality against the solo violin. Zinman’s
                      strings are given some sostenuto flexibility, imitating
                      the sustaining pedal on a piano. I miss the contrast between
                      the sustained solo line and independently meandering piano,
                      but with the ear adjusting we are soon permitted some variety,
                      with subtle touches of the triangle, and some gentle rhythmic
                      emphasis through pizzicato in the lower strings. It didn’t
                      take long: about halfway and I was already forgetting my
                      mental A/B comparisons of the different versions. There
                      will always be a moment where recognition and expectation
                      becomes transplanted, and in the end the only danger is
                      losing sight of the origins of such a work.
                
                 
                
                Opinions will differ, but whatever your own personal conclusions,
                    there can be no doubting the musical commitment of the Kremerata
                    Baltica. Gidon Kremer is of course a master in this music,
                    defining the material in narrative terms, moving us with
                    chilling tears or urging us into action with passionate passagework
                    or rhythmic grit. The orchestra is a fairly sizeable 7.6.5.4.2.
                    line-up, but never sounds unwieldy in this piece. The second Allegretto movement
                    has some superb touches in the orchestration, with repeated
                    pizzicato chords highlighted by a tuned woodblock, and other
                    important moments similarly emphasised. There is no over-egging
                    of the pudding however, and the percussion is always servant
                    to the music. The final Largo has grand gestures which
                    suit orchestral treatment well. Again, my ear wanted those
                    probing piano notes which arrive to support the solo violin’s
                    pizzicati, but pizzicato lower strings in the orchestra will
                    do as well, and the subsequent passacaglia variations build
                    nicely. Simple string writing and restrained playing throw
                    up unexpectedly classical sounding chorale-like moments – if
                    it wasn’t Shostakovich it would be Frank Martin. A beautifully
                    atmospheric world is created to which you will want to return – guaranteed.
                    With the return of the passacaglia after the soloist’s cadenza
                    my only concern was that it might be too triumphant. The
                    empty soulfulness which Shostakovich preserves throughout
                    this piece soon returns however, as the grand theme deflates
                    and withdraws – introverted to the end.
                
                 
                
                Shostakovich’s last work, the Viola Sonata Op.147,
                    has fewer pianistic associations for me, but even so in the
                    opening I found myself occasionally disorientated by notes
                    which sustain rather than decay, and which emanate rather
                    than chime. I found myself missing the percussion as well,
                    and you realise what a clarifying effect it can have with
                    judicious use. There is a fair bit of low scrubbing going
                    on which doesn’t necessarily advance the cause of arrangements
                    of this kind. The second Allegretto movement fares
                    better, with some of the sharp, sardonic Shostakovich wit
                    becoming even more folk-like in a number of telling passages.
                    There are also some remarkable col legno effects,
                    and an almost invisible celesta part which adds some interesting
                    colour, without allowing it the true Shostakovich loneliness
                    which it might have gained from some more imaginative exposure.
                    The final movement is and emotionally draining journey, and
                    the already funereal mood is made even more lugubrious with
                    strings. The celesta is granted some more substance by contributing
                    to the ‘Moonlight Sonata’ paraphrase, and the sense of dissolution
                    is absolute, through the final C major chord and beyond.      
                
                 
                
                The booklet notes by David Fanning have little to say on
                    the subject of the arrangements, going over the origins and
                    content of each piece pretty much as if there was nothing
                    really special going on. We are told that the original arrangement
                    of the Violin Sonata was made by violinist Michail
                    Zinman for his own use in 2005, with the percussion parts
                    being added later by Andrei Pushkarev. The Viola Sonata arrangement
                    by Rumanian-born violinist-composer Vladimir Mendelssohn
                    was completed in 1991. The logic of pairing these two arrangements
                    is clear, and indeed makes for a fascinating and worthwhile
                    coupling. The Violin Sonata arrangement is the star
                    discovery for me however, creating entirely new perspectives
                    on an already mighty masterpiece. These are live recordings,
                    though you probably wouldn’t guess it without being told.
                    There are one or two very minor ‘noises off’ in Op.147, but
                    with such extended and quiet music one would hardly expect
                    otherwise. The detail in the recording is very good, and
                    the playing is beyond exemplary. I’m not about to throw away
                    my Shlomo Mintz-Viktoria Postnikova recording of these pieces
                    (Erato), but this recording casts a fascinating new chiaroscuro
                    on some of Shostakovich’s most personal statements.
                
                 
                
                    Dominy
                        Clements    
                
                 
                
                
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