Nailing my colours firmly to the mast, and taking into account 
                  works by Elgar, Shostakovich and so many others, I believe that 
                  Dvořák’s is the finest, and certainly the 
                  most beautiful, of all cello concertos. My favourite recorded 
                  performance is that by Mstislav Rostropovich and the Berlin 
                  Philharmonic Orchestra and Karajan, recorded in 1968, though 
                  I know that this is a reading that can polarise opinions. In 
                  any event, it is impossible to have too many versions of this 
                  glorious work in a record collection, and here are two more 
                  that I am delighted to add to mine. 
                    
                  The difference between the two Rostropovich performances is 
                  evident from the opening tutti. Where Karajan is expansive, 
                  generous and romantic, Talich is taut and dramatic, moving forward 
                  impulsively. He doesn’t linger when the music rises and 
                  broadens shortly before the soloist’s entry, but still 
                  moves the music on with a passion. Rostropovich matches his 
                  playing to the vision of the conductor, just as he did twenty-six 
                  years later, to a very different vision, in Berlin. His first, 
                  declamatory solo is marvellously dramatic and commanding, and 
                  these are adjectives that could apply to the movement as a whole. 
                  There are moments of repose of course, and when he arrives at 
                  the gorgeous second subject he slows down considerably, and 
                  rather more than Talich had done in the orchestral introduction. 
                  The notorious upward scale in octaves is sensational from Rostropovich; 
                  it could scarcely be otherwise from this astonishing virtuoso. 
                  He makes his cello sing as it were from the heart, and the tone 
                  is characteristically wiry and alive. As for the orchestra, 
                  don’t expect the burnished browns of the Berlin Philharmonic 
                  Orchestra: the strings are as brilliant and piercing as trumpets. 
                  The minor key interludes in the slow movement come over as passionate 
                  statements of national pride, and Rostropovich’s tone 
                  in those passages where Dvořák cannot bear to leave 
                  his themes behind - the close of the slow movement and the haunting 
                  coda of the finale - will pierce your heart. This is a full-on, 
                  highly involving, dramatic performance, and one that you will 
                  surely want to come back to regularly, even if you don’t 
                  want to hear the work like this every time. 
                    
                  The performance from Raphael Wallfisch is just as satisfying 
                  in its own way. His playing is more civilised than that of Rostropovich, 
                  who often played like a man possessed, even demented. This, 
                  for many listeners, including myself much of the time, tips 
                  the scales significantly in Wallfisch’s favour. His tone 
                  is richer, rounder than Rostropovich’s, and his technical 
                  command is never in doubt. If this is a more thoughtful performance 
                  than Rostropovich’s, it certainly isn’t a restrained 
                  one. But there is the feeling that the emotional core of the 
                  music is kept under closer control than it is by the older cellist. 
                  The London Symphony Orchestra is superb, its sound perhaps closer 
                  the Prague than to Berlin, and with some splendidly brassy horn 
                  fanfares in the first movement. All this, no doubt, is partly 
                  thanks to the magisterial conducting of Charles Mackerras, one 
                  of the greatest of all exponents of Czech music. 
                    
                  The coupling on the Chandos disc is Dohnányi’s 
                  Konzertstück, billed as a premiere recording when 
                  the disc was first issued in 1989. In three linked movements, 
                  it is a cello concerto in all but name, and a most attractive 
                  one at that, if not a particularly extended one. The first movement 
                  is passionate and impulsive and is linked to an equally passionate 
                  and searching slow movement. The cello sings throughout, as 
                  it also does in the equally ardent and often exciting finale. 
                  Among its many points of interest is the third movement cadenza 
                  that precedes the work’s tranquil close. This cadenza 
                  is not at all the virtuoso showpiece we usually expect, but 
                  a pensive recapitulation of many themes, to the surprising accompaniment 
                  of the cello section of the orchestra. It is a thoroughly satisfying 
                  and worthwhile piece, and the performance is just as fine as 
                  that of the Dvořák coupling. 
                    
                  The Pristine coupling is a recording from 1956 of Nicolai Miaskovsky’s 
                  Cello Concerto. I’m pretty sure I had this work in my 
                  collection as a teenager, on an EMI LP, with Oistrakh playing 
                  Prokofiev on the other side. It clearly didn’t make much 
                  impression on me at that time, as when I listened to this disc 
                  I felt I was making the work’s acquaintance. It is a very 
                  fine work indeed, late romantic in style and atmosphere, with 
                  a dark, brooding first movement in which the composer skilfully 
                  exploits the cello’s singing quality. The second of the 
                  two movement is launched with huge energy, but this soon subsides 
                  into another lyrical passage. The two moods alternate until 
                  a cadenza appears, rather similar in function to that in Dohnányi’s 
                  work, and this is followed by a noble passage that in turn gives 
                  way to a resigned closing passage in triple time, slowly winding 
                  down to end the work in melancholy mood, despite the major key. 
                  It is a very fine work, and receives here the passionate advocacy 
                  of Rostropovich, ably supported by that fine accompanist, Sir 
                  Malcolm Sargent. 
                    
                  The Chandos disc is a modern recording, the musicians caught 
                  in full, rich and detailed sound. There are good notes from 
                  Gerald Larner that you can also read in French or in German 
                  if the whim takes you. This is a superb disc that can be confidently 
                  recommended, even if - and this would be really perverse - you 
                  want only one version of the Dvořák in your collection. 
                  For those who like to duplicate, the Pristine disc is indispensable. 
                  I am an unconvinced collector of historical issues, usually 
                  disappointed by the sound, but here it is perfectly acceptable, 
                  if sometimes a little harsh and tiring in louder passages, especially 
                  in the Miaskovsky. The booklet is nothing more than a photocopied 
                  inlay card: notes are minimal, therefore, but more are available 
                  on the company’s website. 
                    
                  William Hedley  
                  
                  see also review of the Chandos disc by Gavin Dixon
                Masterwork Index: Dvorak 
                  Cello concerto
                Nikolai 
                  Miaskovsky review index