Stjepan Hauser is a young Croatian cellist. He and his pianist, 
                  Yoko Misumi, are members of the Greenwich Trio. Their biographies 
                  in the booklet reproduce the expected list of illustrious mentors 
                  and prestigious concert appearances, but more telling than any 
                  of that is the playing, which is consistently impressive. 
                    
                  The sonata by Boccherini reveals a cellist who produces a beautiful 
                  sound, very clean and pure and with impeccable intonation. Phrasing 
                  is musical and subtle and the player is equally at home in the 
                  singing lines of the first movement and in the more rhythmic 
                  second and third. The reading of the cello transcription of 
                  Fauré’s beautiful song is slow indeed, very romantic with lots 
                  of expressive rubato. The original is at once ecstatic, controlled 
                  and cool, very French, but the present reading, the heart clearly 
                  visible on the sleeve, transforms it into something quite different. 
                  This is valid enough – it is a transcription, after all, not 
                  the original – but once it was over I needed a dose of Gallic 
                  restraint. Gérard Souzay, baritone, provided it. Rachmaninov’s 
                  Vocalise usually provokes a similar reaction from me, but in 
                  this case it’s clear at least that dreamy, long-breathed lines 
                  and languorous atmosphere are what the composer intended. This 
                  is therefore a very successful reading. 
                    
                  The recording venue and date of recording are not given, but 
                  the contribution of Susanne and Richard – the recording team 
                  – is generously acknowledged in the booklet, as is the page 
                  turner and the “Coffee Shop next to the church”. The disc is 
                  dedicated to the cellist’s parents. The booklet notes are very 
                  lightweight and appear to have been written by a non-native 
                  English speaker. The booklet as a whole would have benefitted 
                  from a bit of editing and detailed proofreading. The recording 
                  is close, with the player’s breathing very audible. This will 
                  probably bother many listeners less than it does me, but there 
                  are other extraneous noises too. The attack of the very first 
                  note of the Boccherini, for example, is accompanied by a strange, 
                  simultaneous creak which I’m still struggling to identify. The 
                  second note too, and many notes thereafter, throughout the disc, 
                  apparently associated with bow strokes. Is it from the player’s 
                  chair? 
                    
                  Czech cellist-composer David Popper’s Hungarian Rhapsody is 
                  creaky enough already not to need any help. Singing lines alternate 
                  with technical fireworks, and the whole is dispatched by Hauser 
                  with all the skill and bravura you could possibly want. He is 
                  equally commanding in the fiendish second movement of Ligeti’s 
                  solo sonata. Five years separate the two movements of this piece, 
                  the first a mixture of arioso and sliding, pizzicato 
                  chords, and the second, a Paganini-inspired virtuoso showpiece. 
                  Each movement is satisfying on its own terms, but the years 
                  that separate them were long enough, I fear, to prevent them 
                  from melding into a convincing whole. Hauser is very fine in 
                  this work, but comparing his performance to that of Emanuelle 
                  Bertrand on a Harmonia Mundi disc from 1999, I find I prefer 
                  it. She brings a greater sense of calm to the first movement, 
                  the pizzicato chords more sonorous, and the near-absence of 
                  extraneous noises is a real advantage. More contentious, perhaps, 
                  is her way with the finale, preferring something altogether 
                  more civilised than Hauser’s quite remarkable wildness. She 
                  makes more, having more time to do so, of some of the strange 
                  sonorities in this movement, and though each view is no doubt 
                  as valid as the other, I find the work itself is more convincing 
                  in Bertrand’s hands. 
                    
                  The major work in this recital is the Brahms, and it receives 
                  a very fine performance indeed from these two young artists. 
                  In the same key as the Fourth Symphony, the fugal finale comes 
                  to a close, as does the finale of the later (and greater) work, 
                  on an uncompromisingly desolate minor key cadence. Indeed, the 
                  work is fairly sombre throughout, its gently light-hearted minuet 
                  notwithstanding. The work was composed for an amateur cellist 
                  friend of the composer, and singing tone and power in the lower 
                  register are more important than technical prowess. The piano 
                  part is another matter, and here Yoko Misumi comes into her 
                  own at last. Her contribution is a very fine one, fully equal 
                  to the standards of her partner, though she comes perilously 
                  close to overwhelming him at a few points in the work. I compared 
                  this performance to that of Natalie Clein, with Charles Owen 
                  on EMI Classics for Pleasure, and found I had a similar reaction 
                  to the two performances of the Ligeti. Broadly speaking, Natalie 
                  Clein plays with rather more finesse – she is both more espressivo 
                  and more legato in the opening bars, for example – but can’t 
                  quite match up to the Croatian’s sheer power in the more heavily 
                  scored passages. Again, both views seem valid, and this performance 
                  of the Brahms is a most satisfying way of bringing this very 
                  fine recital to a close. 
                    
                
William Hedley