Biddulph is back. After 
                a period of inactivity, the label that 
                gave Vengerov his first commercial disc, 
                that branched out from historic violin 
                to piano and orchestral recordings, 
                and that kept violin fanciers ever intrigued, 
                has now inaugurated its rebirth. Who 
                else should it turn to but that sinewy 
                intellect of the string world, Joseph 
                – or Josef or many years ago Joska – 
                Szigeti, subject of some of the label’s 
                first ever releases. In new livery – 
                suitably violinistic – they concentrate 
                on Szigeti’s 1945-49 recordings of Russian 
                literature, ones that have proved in 
                the past elusive and difficult to track 
                down. 
              
 
              
Szigeti’s recording 
                of the First Violin Concerto of Prokofiev 
                with Beecham is a benchmark interpretation 
                and one of his greatest recordings. 
                I’m sure that for many it occupies the 
                same kind of place as Oistrakh’s or 
                Heifetz’s readings do in the later Concerto. 
                Less well known perhaps is his championing 
                of these sonatas. He recorded the first 
                with Joseph Levine, as here, and then 
                a decade later with Balsam. Likewise 
                the Second Sonata was recorded with 
                the fine pianist Leonard Hambro and 
                then again in the 1959 sessions with 
                Balsam. In the First, Szigeti is forwardly 
                recorded and one can hear that sometimes 
                rather coarse and brittle tone as he 
                negotiates Prokofiev’s complex technical 
                and expressive demands. Someone like 
                Oistrakh lavished far greater tonal 
                heft and expressive reserves on this 
                music but there’s no doubting Szigeti’s 
                control of architecture or local detail. 
                His bowing does come under pressure 
                in the Allegro brusco and at some moments 
                so does his intonation but he reconciles 
                the rhetoric here as few do – the tensile 
                and the lyric – and also the moments 
                of rusticity and dance embedded in the 
                score. The troublesome Hubay bowing 
                does let him down occasionally and there 
                is, at moments, some distinctly unlovely 
                playing. His Andante redeems much; well-shaped, 
                full of momentum and direction, never 
                sectional, linearity in action, no great 
                tonal intensity – a profile both reflective 
                and withdrawn. Szigeti and Levine are 
                rather quicker than the more avuncular 
                Oistrakh and Frieda Bauer in the finale 
                and they cultivate real drive, not troubling 
                to italicise little lyric details and 
                the ending is first class. 
              
 
              
The Second Sonata is 
                an Oistrakh-inspired violin version 
                of the work originally written for flute 
                and piano. It doesn’t bear quite the 
                weight of demands of the earlier sonata 
                and Szigeti, recorded four years earlier, 
                sounds rather more comfortable. Once 
                again the original recording level was 
                skewed in favour of the string player 
                but Hambro emerges with witty credit 
                and Szigeti deadpans through the Scherzo, 
                and is unlingeringly charming in the 
                Andante. 
              
 
              
Coupled with Prokofiev 
                is Stravinsky. There’s an evocative 
                Pastorale with some impressive collaborators 
                and an affecting Russian Maiden’s Song. 
                The most important of the Stravinsky 
                items though is the Duo Concertante 
                and this recording with the composer 
                as accompanist replaced the Samuel Dushkin-Stravinsky 
                recording made for Columbia in 1933. 
                Here one finds Szigeti full equipped 
                to meet intellectual challenges. He 
                lavished considerable delicacy and understanding 
                on the two Epilogues and in the faster 
                music his wiry, abrasive, resinous tone 
                – uneasy and unsettling sometimes – 
                acts as a fine contrastive tool, whether 
                intended or not. His Gigue is full of 
                rhythmic control and he lavishes some 
                very expressive portamenti in the Dithyrambe 
                where his tone is not too astringent, 
                even if the lower strings can deaden 
                rather. 
              
 
              
The recordings catch 
                the presence of the originals well. 
                Notes are interesting – with quotations 
                from the violinist and from Roland Gelatt 
                as well as producer Eric Wen’s own sleeve 
                notes. If I might make the habitual 
                trainspotter’s plea I must note that 
                there are no matrix or issue numbers 
                given and I hope their omission doesn’t 
                reflect a new policy. Otherwise, a warm 
                welcome back to this innovative and 
                important label and its first new release. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf