The works on this enterprising CPO disc date from Toch’s 
          Mannheim years. He had won the Mozart Prize in 1909 determining him 
          on a career in music against his family’s wishes and had become a composition 
          teacher at the Mannheim Academy of Music in 1913 at the age of twenty-six. 
          Commissioned for a dance class at the Academy given by the Frieda Ursula 
          Beck company the Tanz-Suite was premiered on 19th November 
          1923 in a performance conducted by Paul Breisach, himself, like Toch 
          Viennese born and later to escape to America as had Toch. 
        
 
        
Dance was the exciting medium for young composers and 
          Toch was no exception, spurning the symphony. He wrote for a small ensemble 
          – flute, clarinet, violin, viola, double bass and percussion – in a 
          highly adaptable and forward looking vein, cognizant of Stravinsky, 
          obviously, as well as his own more specifically Viennese influences. 
          The Suite is a twenty-eight minute, six-movement one that embraces a 
          pleasantly wide diversity of moods. The first movement is a cocky, woodland 
          fugue laced with plenty of chromaticisms after an initially tempestuous 
          and arresting start. The second begins with a musing double bass, slowly 
          evolving over muted strings, saturnine and vaguely menacing pizzicati, 
          the clarinet’s mordancies adding its own highly visual adjunct. By contrast 
          the first of the two intermezzi is a cleansing duo between flute and 
          clarinet with its strong hints of the antique and the fourth movement, 
          the Dance of Silence, discloses ostinato double bass and a keening atmosphere. 
          The second intermezzo has some pungent fugato development, shrill soprano 
          sonorities and a generally bumptious air. The final movement, by some 
          way the longest, is also the most intriguing. The hints of Debussy are 
          embedded in a score mixed with a barely concealed effulgent late Romanticism 
          as the dance moves inexorably toward a Viennese waltz and a sunny conclusion. 
        
 
        
The Cello Concerto was written for a competition sponsored 
          by Schott Publishing Company. Toch composed it quickly, between October 
          and November 1924, in good time for the competition in 1925 (he’d already 
          won the 1924 competition with his Divertimento for Violin and cello). 
          Dedicated to the cellist Maurits Frank it was premiered by Emanuel Feuermann 
          in July 1925 and so popular was it that the cellist performed it about 
          sixty times in Germany in the next eight years, with conductors such 
          as Klemperer in Berlin and Monteux in Amsterdam. Scored for a chamber 
          orchestra it features the soloist in a primus inter pares role in a 
          work that is a microcosm of contemporary compositional technique. Metres 
          are constantly changing and there is a weight of complex rhythmic difficulty. 
          Whilst the four movements are very broadly classical in design this 
          is no neo-classical jeux d’esprit. Instead it’s a tough, densely argued 
          work the opening movement of which sets the scene for much that is to 
          follow; quixotic harmonies and instrumentation; a novel role for the 
          protagonist, a perplexing air of indistinctness until at 9.45 the solo 
          horn announces a new direction and the movement ends in the cello taking 
          up a romanticized theme. The rather galumphing scherzo (Sorcerer’s Apprentice 
          meets Stravinsky) has a second subject announced by the horn in bold 
          fashion encouraging a scurrying cello until, abruptly, the music seems 
          to end in mid-air. The cello by contrast spins a long cantilena line 
          in the Adagio, laden with an expressive depth that signals that this 
          is the central point of the work and its heart beat. In the finale, 
          which again broadly conforms to the classical formula, a stern figure 
          threatens to turn into a fugato before first ominous percussion and 
          ostinato strings drive the argument still further, embracing a crookedly 
          humorous passage and decisive conclusion. 
        
 
        
Performances are good; a convincing case is made for 
          Toch’s plurality of imagination but also the essential concentratedness 
          of his musical aesthetic. This could be stern, involved or quietly humorous; 
          it was also, as in the Cello Concerto, not always immediately explicable. 
          The Cello Concerto involves work, as all serious art does, and if you 
          can cope with the occasionally convoluted astringencies then it makes 
          for demanding but bracing listening. 
        
 
         
        
Jonathan Woolf