The sonatas on this disc range over sixty years, with a world 
                  war separating each from the other and the earliest placed last. 
                  Despite the somewhat random selection, this remains a useful 
                  trio of “English Violin Sonatas”. The inverted commas are necessary 
                  since the work by the Dubliner Stanford is not English at all 
                  but Irish, and sounds it at least sometimes. A small point on 
                  the inter-planetary scale, no doubt, but one over which battles 
                  have been fought and bombs thrown, so maybe next time Regis 
                  will be a little more careful over Irish susceptibilities. 
                    
                  Stanford was inclined from the first to compose works 
                  in contrasted couples, and his earliest published chamber works 
                  were a sonata each for cello – op.9 – and violin. The cello 
                  sonata is an ambitiously structured work with slow introductions 
                  to both outer movements – that to the finale substituting the 
                  slow movement, of which there is none as such. The themes of 
                  these introductions are then drawn into the body of the following 
                  movements, making a bold and quite unusual scheme. The only 
                  recording of this sonata so far is on Meridian 
                  CDE 84482 where it is played by Alison Moncrieff Kelly (cello) 
                  and the undersigned. It has been reviewed for MusicWeb International 
                  by Jonathan Woolf. 
                    
                  The violin sonata is, on the face of it, a more straightforwardly 
                  classical affair, with outer movements in sonata form and the 
                  middle movement a set of variations. However, signs of individuality 
                  keep creeping in. The themes of the first movement have a way 
                  of starting as if derived from classical models – the hammering 
                  octaves at the beginning, for example – and then tapering off 
                  into Irish-sounding pendants. The slow movement theme, too, 
                  starts like a hymn but its second period has a very folksy close. 
                  The darker, minor-key variation looks ahead to Stanford’s epic-Celtic 
                  vein. The finale begins in the minor key then immediately slips 
                  into the major, retaining a certain major-minor ambivalence 
                  throughout. Above all, we have an early example of Stanford 
                  providing a middle section for a sonata-form movement that is 
                  not a development but a new idea, which then reappears at the 
                  close. Strikingly, this new idea is in the distant key of D 
                  flat. Most engagingly, there is a feeling that continental forms 
                  are being treated with a degree of Irish blarney. On the whole, 
                  the work is an advance on the slightly earlier cello sonata. 
                  
                    
                  The present recording was the first to be made. Though I always 
                  try to snap up every major Stanford issue, this is one I didn’t 
                  manage to get first time round. I must say that the thoughts 
                  above are particularly prompted by hearing it now. It confirms 
                  my feeling that the performance by Paul Barritt and Catherine 
                  Edwards (Hyperion 
                  CDA67024) was not ideal. 
                    
                  Stanzeleit and Fenyň take longer over each movement. In the 
                  first movement, though, the difference of nearly three minutes 
                  is due to the fact that they play the exposition repeat, which 
                  Barritt and Edwards omit. Stanzeleit and Fenyň are actually 
                  faster and the music flows more joyously from them. In maturer 
                  Stanford a broad tempo can often be an advantage, but Barritt 
                  and Edwards make the music seem over-emphatic and ultimately 
                  laboured. Strangely, the movement seems too long from the Hyperion 
                  team, which it does not on the present disc, in spite of there 
                  being more of it. 
                    
                  Stanzeleit and Fenyň get a more folk-inspired tone in the second 
                  movement, where Barritt and Edwards emphasize the hymn-like 
                  aspects. The Regis partners mine a vein of poetry, especially 
                  in the last pages, which passes the other pair by. In the finale 
                  Barritt and Edwards have a wider range of tempi. The new theme 
                  in D flat is beautifully handled in itself, but the music comes 
                  to a standstill whereas Stanzeleit and Fenyň are able to make 
                  it relax without holding up the flow. From them, the music soars 
                  irrepressibly to its conclusion. 
                    
                  At least, I think it does. Unfortunately my copy – not a review 
                  copy but one I paid good money for while passing through London 
                  last August – gets stuck around 4:29 of the finale. This on 
                  two CD players and a computer. I even tried ripping the track 
                  into my computer. All this achieved was that I could get past 
                  the damaged section – the blip is visible to the naked eye – 
                  and enjoy the last minute or so of the performance. It is to 
                  be hoped that I have the only rogue copy – it also had the minor 
                  irritation of a broken spider inside the cellophane wrapping 
                  – but if, like me, you tend to buy discs and put them aside 
                  for a rainy day some months hence, then make a point of checking 
                  this one immediately. 
                    
                  The recording is the one aspect where the Hyperion disc is superior, 
                  though not by much. The church acoustic here is a bit too swimmy 
                  but you quickly get used to it and it certainly wouldn’t affect 
                  my strong preference for the Regis performance, if only I could 
                  hear it properly. 
                    
                  Richard Whitehouse in his generally helpful notes states that 
                  Stanford left four violin sonatas. Yes and no. Apart from the 
                  two numbered ones – the second is also included on Barritt’s 
                  disc – Stanford wrote, late in life (1919), two “Sonatas for 
                  violin with piano accompaniment”, op.165. He specifically did 
                  not number them “Sonatas 3 and 4” since he regarded them as 
                  a different genre. According to Porte (Sir Charles Stanford, 
                  Kegan Paul, 1921), they “are expressly violin soli, with the 
                  piano as accompanying instrument in much the same way as it 
                  acts for songs, and may be viewed as distinct from the more 
                  usual sonatas for violin and pianoforte duet”. How this actually 
                  worked in practice is something we may never know since, despite 
                  a performance of no.2 at the Wigmore Hall in 1919 by Murray 
                  Lambert and Hamilton Harty, the sonatas were not published and, 
                  unless there has been good news since Dibble and Rodmell published 
                  their books on Stanford in 2002, the manuscripts have not been 
                  traced. 
                    
                  I have collected quite a bit of Dunhill piano music in 
                  second-hand shops over the years, most of it neatly written 
                  educational pieces but a few that could be considered for concert 
                  use. Neither these, nor some attractive songs, nor even the 
                  warm-hearted Phantasy Suite for clarinet and piano, which gets 
                  an occasional airing, prepared me for the riches offered by 
                  the present violin sonata. The language is conservative, but 
                  by adding a considerable use of augmented chords to a basically 
                  Stanfordian harmonic armoury, Dunhill gives the music a French 
                  twist. Listening blind, I think you would guess the composer 
                  to be a highly gifted follower of Fauré. 
                    
                  The first movement wafts in, like the Franck sonata and so many 
                  French pieces under its spell, as a bittersweet Proustian memory 
                  of lost time. But, as so often in Fauré, a gently innocent theme 
                  quickly proves capable of passionate heights, though in a very 
                  civilized sort of way. The second subject is equally malleable 
                  and Dunhill effortlessly sustains interest throughout the considerable 
                  length (11:24). A wonderful discovery. 
                    
                  The following “Adagio lamentoso” requires, but repays, intense 
                  concentration, its drum-taps reminding us that it was conceived 
                  at the end of a horrifying war. The finale is all gushing exuberance. 
                  Is it a notch less inspired than the other two? At times I felt 
                  I was listening with sympathetic admiration, because the previous 
                  movements had been so good, rather than total transport. It 
                  is a problem with similar French works, even Fauré himself, 
                  that soaring enthusiasm begins to pall in large doses. But I 
                  already found myself more engaged on a second hearing, so maybe 
                  time will alter my response. In any case, a sonata with a first 
                  movement like this cannot be ignored. 
                    
                  The performance sounds ideal. In particular, Stanzeleit judges 
                  her portamenti perfectly, so that they provide warmth without 
                  becoming soupy. Fenyň is a warm-toned partner. Here the church 
                  acoustic may be an asset. 
                    
                  Compared with the sumptuous tone poems that Bantock’s 
                  admirers have been enjoying on disc, his late third violin sonata 
                  is a spare, restrained work. I was only moderately engaged by 
                  it, though it is nevertheless always agreeable. Although the 
                  first movement is marked “Allegro con spirito” and the second 
                  “Lento sostenuto”, in practice they sound too similar. Only 
                  the lively, sometimes humorous, finale offers real contrast. 
                  The first movement seems to make considerable use of a motif 
                  from Bantock’s once popular “Song to the Seals”. I am left wondering 
                  if this is deliberate or whether it is a symptom that Bantock 
                  was by then revamping characteristic turns of phrase rather 
                  uncritically. Bantock was a sufficiently major figure for it 
                  to be desirable to have even his lesser works accessible, especially 
                  when so well played. I can’t help thinking, though, that anyone 
                  who buys the disc for Bantock will actually find much more of 
                  what he wants in the Dunhill. 
                    
                  The Stanford and Dunhill, at least, deserve to be heard well 
                  beyond the confines of the usual British music enthusiasts. 
                  With such fine playing, do not hesitate if you like late romantic 
                  violin sonatas wherever they come from. Just check your copy. 
                  
                    
                  Christopher Howell