The violinist Marie 
                Hall was, so it’s said, discovered playing 
                in the street with her harpist father. 
                It’s not too far away from the flute 
                and harp combination, though its incarnation 
                in this disc is altogether more elegant 
                and gratifying than a street corner. 
                Eppel and Topp have constructed a pleasing 
                programme that moves with a certain 
                effortless élan from C.P.E. Bach 
                to the recently deceased Willy Hess 
                (obviously not the Willy Hess, violinist, 
                that Marie Hall would have known). There’s 
                little here that is intellectually taxing 
                but a lot that is dextrous and ear titillating. 
              
 
              
Bochsa’s contribution 
                for instance is in effect a mini operatic 
                scena with its rippling harp arpeggios, 
                a slow introduction and a faster recitative 
                section. It makes a suitably bold opener 
                and is followed by Tournier’s 1909 pieces 
                originally written for – yes – violin 
                and harp. The transposition works well 
                and the music is suffused with late 
                Romanticism and generous lyricism. Into 
                this milieu Hess’ 1972 Elfenreigen, 
                the work that gives the disc its title, 
                fits very nicely. Hess, though he died 
                in 1997 at the age of ninety-one, was 
                perfectly happy writing tuneful, unpretentious 
                music. Which is fine by me – this piece 
                reminded me a tiny bit of the music 
                for the television series The Secret 
                Garden (Ronald Binge’s The Watermill) 
                and that’s also fine by me.  
              
 
              
Back to 1780 for the 
                Bohemian suicide Krumpholtz whose sonata 
                is rather generic, though not unpleasant, 
                until some perky and melodically captivating 
                writing in the finale. Believing in 
                spanning the centuries and criss-crossing 
                them with abandon we get Pierné’s 
                gorgeous Impromptu-Caprice for solo 
                harp. If you disregard the rather academic 
                title, and it would be better to do 
                so, you’ll hear delicious curlicues, 
                arpeggios – and a bag full of lyrical 
                writing. Only a Frenchman, writing for 
                solo harp, could pack so many changeable 
                moods into so short a space of time. 
                Next to it Spohr sounds rather dutiful, 
                though this was a work he wrote for 
                himself (violin) to play with his wife 
                (harp). It’s very classical but sports 
                a lovely air in the second andante of 
                the second movement. The C.P.E. Bach 
                sonata is melodically attractive and 
                the Hilse Suite is unusual. A sliver 
                of an introduction opens out nicely; 
                this is an appealing work, dating possibly 
                from the earlier part of the twentieth 
                century – not much is known about it 
                or the composer – though one can assume 
                that he didn’t get to too many orgies 
                if his sedate Bacchanale is anything 
                to go by. An appealing work however 
                and a pleasurable rediscovery. 
              
 
              
The recorded sound 
                in the House of Studios in Karlsdorf 
                is just – the balance between the instruments 
                is a good one, the acoustic is certainly 
                neither cold nor distant. Eppel contributes 
                the entertaining notes. 
              
 
              
              
Jonathan Woolf