Two otherwise unknown 
                violin sonatas by two Polish composers 
                separated by a generation but joined 
                by the relationship of master and pupil. 
              
 
              
Trojanowski throws 
                herself into these works with considerable 
                abandon but at the expense of refinement. 
                There are roughnesses and abrasions 
                scattered about but with such a furiously 
                Franckian work as the Želenski 
                one can forgive all. Things let up a 
                little for the terpsichorean grace and 
                charm of the Allegretto only 
                to return to angst, tremors and black 
                clouds in the molto sostenuto finale. 
                His snatched ecstatic lyrical ideas 
                are a Fauré-like delight (try 
                III 3.09). 
              
 
              
Stojowski has had some 
                attention from Hyperion. Both his piano 
                concertos have been recorded as has 
                an anthology of his piano solos. Like 
                the Zelenski this is a recording premiere 
                for his Violin Sonata. The first movement 
                is another high water mark example of 
                late-romantic plunging ardour. It has 
                a touch of salon sentimentality about 
                it too; something Želenski 
                steered well clear of. What the two 
                composers have in common is a folk accent 
                which is clearly to the fore in the 
                drone and slow dance of the Allegro 
                capriccioso. Amid the wood-smoke 
                there is also a hint of Mephistophelean 
                enchantment. The sentimentality comes 
                out again for the finale which veers 
                towards Bruch. 
              
 
              
It 
                is interesting to compare master and 
                pupil as represented by these works. 
                Želenski would never drop his guard 
                and allow in sentimentality. Clearly 
                Stojowski had a more accommodating faculty. 
                However when you hear that soft-chiming 
                Brahmsian piano at 2:02 in the finale 
                of the Stojowski you know that it spells 
                a suave melody for the violin. And so 
                it arrives with the sob and the smile 
                of a spiritual. Then again Stojowski 
                steels himself for a stern determined 
                ascent at 6:12 in the finale. Sparks 
                fly to the four winds in the stamping 
                last three minutes of the Stojowski 
                sonata. Such is the savagery of this 
                music I several times thought of Bartók. 
              
 
              
The radio studio-originated 
                recording is gamely - almost aggressively 
                - resonant. It’s also a shade boxy. 
              
 
              
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                Préalable and these two artists handsomely 
                prove that Poland was not in the dark 
                ages between the death of Chopin and 
                the rise of Karłowicz and Szymanowski. 
                 
              
Rob Barnett  
              
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