Here’s a fiddle-fanciers dream line-up or, perhaps, one 
                  kind of fiddle-fancier’s dream line-up. Rather like best-ever 
                  sporting teams culled from the pages of history, there are always 
                  several different ways of compiling a line-up. Peter Fisher 
                  has gone heavily for a phalanx of Kreisleriana, playing nine 
                  pieces by the king of the genre in the twentieth century, and 
                  adding satellite composers. These include the obvious Elgar, 
                  the very obvious Traditional, the crushingly obvious Massenet 
                  and the highly unexpected d’Ambrosio. 
                    
                  Fisher is a neat, subtle, precise player. His mentor was the 
                  Czechoslovakian - to be precise, Slovakian - player Jaroslav 
                  Vaněček who had studied first in Bratislava, and in 
                  Prague and then taught in Dublin and at the Royal College of 
                  Music in London. He died in 2011 at the age of 91, and Fisher 
                  dedicates the disc to his memory. 
                    
                  I’ve read that Vaněček taught in the Russian 
                  tradition, but he himself modelled his own teaching more on 
                  Carl Flesch’s lines. Whatever the influence on his students 
                  may have been, it’s clear that Fisher doesn’t make 
                  a big sound, and generally avoids the heavy-boned Russian approach. 
                  He is a good stylist, paying great attention to shifts, and 
                  his finger position changes are invariably acutely judged. Portamento 
                  is used discreetly, and well. He is also not in thrall to any 
                  other approach, and has his own ideas. For my tastes his Praeludium 
                  and Allegro slows rather too much, but it’s a well 
                  argued performance should you be sympathetic. He can take his 
                  time in the Kreisler pieces; more a matter of rhythm than tempo, 
                  and if his Tambourin Chinois lacks zip, his Marche 
                  Miniature Viennois doesn’t. 
                    
                  He has a fine colleague in Peter Hewitt who vests something 
                  like Sammartini’s Canto Amoroso with a deal of 
                  treble glint and colour and who generally keeps things alive. 
                  The book-style card describes this as Mischa Elman’s work 
                  adding a bracketed Sammartini, but this is surely from the Sonata 
                  in A, Op.1 No.4. Elman certainly recorded it, at least twice. 
                  He played it significantly slower than Fisher, in fact, both 
                  in 1914 (with a brass band style accompaniment) and again, this 
                  time with piano, in 1956 for Decca. He took time to inflect 
                  the music with some dazzlingly effective colours. 
                    
                  Fisher’s Salut d’amour is affectionate and 
                  sugar-free, though his Hubay Hejre Kati lacks something 
                  of Hungarian bravado. He respects Monti’s naughty Czardas 
                  and doesn’t pillage them à la Nigel Kennedy - though 
                  NK’s pillaging is not without its attractions. However 
                  the four d’Ambrosio pieces offer the choicest discographical 
                  rewards in the selection. His confections were recorded by the 
                  elite of the profession - Heifetz, Elman, Sammons and Thibaud 
                  led the way, but the composer himself, a rather salon-ish player, 
                  also recorded them. I’ve often wished a CD were devoted 
                  to his recordings. The pizzicato and legato charms of the Sonnet 
                  Allègre are neatly negotiated, and the once-famous 
                  Op.6 Canzonetta retains its somewhat suave persona. The 
                  Romance is well phrased, and the Serenade is not 
                  over-vibrated - though it does rather lack Thibaud’s sensuality. 
                  
                    
                  If you want to know about the pieces you need to follow the 
                  web link in the CD card, a practice I don’t really like, 
                  but I do like the nice, well produced black and white montage 
                  shots of the composers - and indeed the two performers - on 
                  the front. 
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf