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            Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH 
              (1906-1975)  
              String Quartet No. 4 in D, Op. 83 (1949) [26:34]  
              String Quartet No. 11 in F minor, Op. 122 (1966) [17:13]  
              String Quartet No. 14 in F sharp minor, Op. 142 (1973) [27:01]  
                
              Hagen Quartet (Lukas Hagen, Rainer Schmidt (violins); Veronika Hagen 
              (viola); Clemens Hagen (cello))  
              rec. December 1993, Bibliothekssaal, Polling, Austria (Op. 83) and 
              April 1994, St Konrad’s Church, Abersee bei St Gilgen, Austria 
               
                
              NEWTON CLASSICS 8802056 [70:48]   
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                  Newton Classics is one of the latest companies to spoil us by 
                  making available the riches of the majors’ back catalogues. 
                  Here we have a straight reissue of an outstanding DG disc from 
                  the nineties, but with a new booklet note, in English, French 
                  and German, by Arnold Whittall.  
                     
                  The Fourth Quartet opens, as Whittall observes, in pastoral 
                  calm, a rare enough event in Shostakovich. This brief movement 
                  passes on to a second, in slow triple time, where the atmosphere 
                  is more sombre, yet equivocal, the listener left unsure. And 
                  so it proves for the third movement too, restless and nervous 
                  despite the apparent genial nature of much of the musical material. 
                  Shostakovich in Jewish guise emerges in the final movement, 
                  the longest of the four. A two-note motif, rising first, then 
                  falling, dominates this movement, which rises to a dramatic 
                  and sonorous climax of unisons and pizzicati before subsiding 
                  into a kind of tranquillity, a long-held note accompanied by 
                  pizzicato chords. The last of these allows the work to close 
                  in the major key, but the listener is left, as so often with 
                  Shostakovich, with the feeling that nothing is resolved. We 
                  are not even sure we know what he was saying to us. The work 
                  was dedicated to the memory of the composer’s artist friend, 
                  Pyotr Vilyams, which might have been enough to justify its overall 
                  sombre tone. But the climate wasn’t right, and the Jewish 
                  connotations of the finale added to the problem. Thus this superb 
                  and deeply moving quartet, completed in December 1949, was withheld 
                  and only received its first performance in December 1953.  
                     
                  If the Fourth Quartet is equivocal in nature, the Eleventh 
                  is even more so. The shortest of the quartets, its seven sections 
                  play without a break. The important theme from which much of 
                  the thematic material grows is first intoned by the cello in 
                  the thirteenth bar, and the disembodied tone of the three other 
                  instruments at this point is very affecting indeed. The work 
                  is full of ostinato figures, and the Hagen Quartet tend to bring 
                  these well into the foreground. This can take some getting used 
                  to, but is all of a piece with a view of the work that seems 
                  to want to emphasise its harsh, unremitting nature rather than 
                  its charm and admittedly quirky elegance. The first violinist, 
                  Lukas Hagen is brilliant in the non-stop semiquavers of the 
                  short “Etude”, and the next to last section, “Elegy”, 
                  is given with all the lugubrious weight it requires. In the 
                  closing section, with the four instruments muted and the pianissimo 
                  indication scrupulously respected, the Hagens adopts what sounds 
                  like a dangerously slow tempo to the point that the music becomes 
                  so fragile as to threaten to disintegrate completely. Checking 
                  reveals that the tempo is as close as one can get to the composer’s 
                  metronome mark, though few other quartets in my experience have 
                  had the courage to put this to the test.  
                     
                  The Fourteenth Quartet begins in genial, almost playful 
                  mood, but the first movement soon visits some pretty anguished 
                  places. The slow movement is a long outpouring of melody, harrowingly 
                  intense for the most part, and ultimately leading nowhere. The 
                  finale is very puzzling, passing through a series of moods, 
                  including a passage early on remarkable for its apparently unprovoked 
                  wildness. The work ends quietly, however, coming to rest on 
                  a chord of F sharp major, which may be a resolution of sorts 
                  - it is indeed a musical one - but once again the listener is 
                  left pondering over the journey the composer has taken. This 
                  work, like the other two on the disc, offers no solutions.  
                     
                  The Hagen Quartet recorded another disc of three Shostakovich 
                  quartets, but did not, I think, complete a whole cycle. These 
                  beautifully recorded performances are as fine as any in the 
                  catalogue. Whilst one might prefer this or that movement from 
                  this or that group, no collector wanting these particular works 
                  and purchasing this disc, especially given the absurdly cheap 
                  price, can go wrong.  
                     
                  William Hedley   
                 
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
                 
                 
             
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