EMI's Gemini series 
                  is trawling the back catalogue like a basking shark. Or, perhaps 
                  it would be more accurate to say, it's feasting on its own fat 
                  to repackage the Double Forte series in a new guise, suitably 
                  re-priced. I've reviewed several in the series, mostly affirmatively, 
                  and this one gives no real cause for complaint except perhaps 
                  programmatically. Not only are the Beethoven sonatas, four of 
                  them, yoked to the Tchaikovsky trio but we must face the fact 
                  that Zuckerman is here in competition with himself. The complete 
                  Beethoven sonata set with Marc Neikrug is in a nicely priced, 
                  snugly boxed four CD Sony set.
                
So the scales are 
                  balanced between thirty year old recordings of four sonatas 
                  coupled with the Tchaikovsky and a set of all ten from more 
                  a decade ago - recorded during 1990-91. If one wanted to complicate 
                  things still further one could note that the Spring and 
                  the Kreutzer were issued on a single disc a couple of 
                  years after the complete set was released. And to further muddy 
                  the waters by reinforcing the point that this Gemini doesn't 
                  include the Spring.
                
So where are we? 
                  We're here with some lyrical and sweetly suggestive performances, 
                  invariably judged against the earlier Perlman/Ashkenazy set. 
                  As one who's retained that latter set with the greatest enthusiasm 
                  but who has yet fully to savour the Zuckerman/Barenboim approach 
                  I returned to them with interest. The Kreutzer frankly 
                  puzzled me. It can take any amount of approaches I suppose but 
                  this one sounds studied to a fault. The very slow and inward 
                  opening violin statement prepares one for what's to come. To 
				me this all lacks an underlying pulse; too many metrical 
				dislocations. For all the deft interplay and dynamic gradients - 
				and the violin rightly giving way to the piano when necessary - I remain unpersuaded 
                  by Zuckerman and Barenboim. 
                
The rather over 
                  warm acoustic doesn't help matters in the sonata performances. 
                  It makes the Seventh sound over sugared. Detail is good but 
                  tape hiss is audible. The last sonata is attractively done but 
                  I must say I miss the kind of introspection that an unlikely 
                  seeming pairing such as Szigeti and Arrau evoked from it. There 
                  was little intrinsically beautiful about the Hungarian's tone 
                  but his phrasing was sublime, and the sonata took on a wholly 
                  different stature in his and Arrau's hands. 
                
One can't gainsay 
				du Pré in the Tchaikovsky. She and Zuckerman - and of course 
                  Barenboim - were adroit partners. I happen to prefer a more 
                  controlled and therefore more linear kind of performance to 
                  this one. I remember a recording of a live performance, captured 
                  by Ivory Classics, given by Oscar Shumsky, Charles Curtis and 
                  Earl Wild with particular pleasure. But if your tastes do run 
                  to the expansive and enjoy the opening out of lyric potential 
                  then you will doubtless enjoy this performance greatly. 
                
Looked at in the cold light of day I'm not 
                  quite sure of the ideal market for this disc, whether repertoire-led 
                  or concentrated more firmly on the three star soloists. I suppose 
                  the latter and that's fair enough. But the Zuckerman-Barenboim 
                  readings are somewhat problematic, and the Tchaikovsky trio 
                  equally so for different reasons. Over to you.
                
Jonathan Woolf
                
              
see also Review 
                by Tony Haywood