Henri Koch (1903-69) was a distinguished Belgian violinist. 
                  He’s particularly remembered as a chamber player – he was part 
                  of the Quatuor de Liège, a leading group of inter-war period 
                  – but one who recorded sparsely. In fact he’s one of those rare 
                  musicians who has become known to us, on disc at least, almost 
                  (but not quite) as one-composer advocates. That composer was 
                  Lekeu. Koch recorded the Violin Sonata in the early 1930s on 
                  78s with Charles van Lancker, and it saw good service on Polydor 
                  and Decca. His ensemble also recorded the unfinished Quartet 
                  in B minor on 78. He was an obvious choice therefore to reprise 
                  the sonata recording on LP, which he did, this time with André 
                  Dumortier, in 1956. There were other recordings by him, though 
                  not many. The major one was Jean Rogister’s Violin Concerto, 
                  which was dedicated to Koch. Rogister, and his brother Lido, 
                  were both members of the quartet in which Koch played. In a 
                  neat twist, Koch’s grandson, Philippe, has also recorded the 
                  Concerto. 
                  
                  Forgotten Records has disinterred the Lekeu LP, which also includes 
                  Franck’s own sonata. Koch was in his early 50s, and still in 
                  good form, though a little past his best. His intonation isn’t 
                  quite on the button, and his tone was never the most opulent, 
                  though it was invariably deployed with great intelligence and 
                  imagination. He does, however, have a tremendously assured way 
                  with Lekeu’s occasionally discursive narrative, and this kind 
                  of playing inevitably sounds just right. Even so august a player 
                  as Arthur Grumiaux, a fellow Belgian, radically revised his 
                  approach to this work in his two recordings, significantly tightening 
                  his tempi. Koch’s approach remained steady, consistent, and 
                  wholly insightful. He allows the pulse of the music to crest 
                  and fall, and his loving portamenti in the slow movement are 
                  truly delightful. He is not a fulsome player – as was Menuhin, 
                  say, who also recorded this sonata twice - but his diminuendi 
                  tell, and though Dumortier’s piano is balanced just too far 
                  forward, Koch’s artistry remains intact. Certainly those looking 
                  for a wide arsenal of tone colour will look elsewhere – sometimes 
                  Koch’s tone tends toward emaciation in certain positions – but 
                  those who want an authoritative historic performance from inside 
                  the tradition will find this recording highly persuasive. 
                  
                  The Franck is perhaps rather less recommendable. Here Dumortier 
                  has to bear an even greater weight of responsibility; on the 
                  whole he makes a decent fist of things, and ensemble is maintained 
                  well. It’s a small-scale performance, though Koch’s vibrato 
                  usage in the second movement is undoubtedly questionably varied, 
                  and at its best in the Recitativo-fantasia where melancholy 
                  is the primary motivator. Rubatos are subtle, and give and take 
                  always plausible. It’s a decent performance, then, but not in 
                  any way outstanding. 
                  
                  Though this will primarily appeal to violin aficionados, interest 
                  will not wholly be confined to them. If you like Lekeu, and 
                  want to hear a very decent LP performance of the sonata by an 
                  excellent exponent of the work, this will do nicely – though 
                  if you can, try to listen to the 78 performance too, which has 
                  been uploaded onto YouTube. 
                  
                  Jonathan Woolf