Over the course of 
                a decade, starting in 1968, the Taneyev 
                Quartet recorded the cycle of Shostakovich 
                Quartets. It’s been a long wait to have 
                them collated now but admirers, who 
                may have despaired of seeing them re-released 
                in this way, can rejoice. They were 
                last seen over a decade ago and for 
                completeness sake I should note those 
                issue numbers here – Nos. 1, 4 and 5 
                appeared on Melodiya SUCD 11-00308, 
                Nos. 3 and 9 on SU 11-00309, Nos. 6, 
                7, and 8 on SU 11-00311, Nos. 2 and 
                10 on SU 11-00310, Nos.11, 12 and 13 
                on SU 11-00312, and Nos. 14 and 15 on 
                SU 11-00313. The last two quartets were 
                licensed to, and issued by, CBS in the 
                USA. As a footnote to this I should 
                add that Praga brought out what is undoubtedly 
                a bogus "live" Fifth. It’s 
                almost certainly the studio Fifth recorded 
                here. 
              
 
              
As many will know the 
                Taneyev premiered the Fifteenth Quartet 
                and their authority in this music, whilst 
                not as intimate of course as the Beethoven 
                or as widely acknowledged as the Borodin, 
                remains powerful and lasting. Certainly 
                their tonality is less homogenously 
                warm than the Borodin and as individualists 
                they are not quite the Beethoven’s equals 
                but their insights into this body of 
                work are unceasing, their tempos broadly 
                active and forward moving and their 
                conception completely convincing on 
                its own terms. Clearly this is one of 
                the greatest of all cycles of these 
                quartets and in many ways its claims 
                on the collector go beyond even that 
                recommendation. There are some very 
                occasional moments when the recording 
                fails to quite define the playing but 
                the engineering was otherwise excellent 
                and Aulos has surpassed itself with 
                the slipcase and two boxed sets contained 
                within. 
              
 
              
The Taneyev tended 
                toward a lean sound, as those who possess 
                their recordings of the Miaskovsky cycle 
                will remember. One hears it immediately 
                in the opening of the First Quartet 
                where they cultivate a corporate tone 
                that is clearer and chillier than their 
                competitors. Their sense of drama is 
                not accompanied by inflated rhetoric 
                either; the folk drones of the Overture 
                of the Second are held in balance 
                and certainly not rushed off their feet 
                as can rather happen with the eponymous 
                Shostakovich Quartet performance on 
                Olympia. Yet individually the players 
                do cultivate a wide range of colours 
                and their bowing prowess and matching 
                of tone colours are formidable - sample 
                Vladimir Ovcharek’s difficult first 
                violin part, accomplished and engaged, 
                in the recitative in the Adagio. What 
                emerges time and again is their command 
                of the larger canvasses such as the 
                finale of the same quartet where they 
                bind the reflective and deciso 
                aspects with seamless surety. This was 
                clearly so when they embarked on the 
                cycle in 1968 because the Third, 
                the first to be taped, is equally strong 
                on the architectural elements where 
                in the third movement Allegro non troppo 
                they bring out the remorseless brittleness 
                at a fast tempo – very well articulated 
                and crystal clear intonation; those 
                skittering pizzicatos register decisively 
                as well. This corporate approach pays 
                dividends in such as the slow movement 
                of the Third where rivals tend to phrase 
                more heavily and emphatically; the more 
                ambiguous Taneyev response coupled with 
                their lighter bow weight means that 
                they coalesce the material with seamless 
                control; it is less contrastive and 
                blunt. And in the finale tension is 
                maintained even when the violins go 
                into the highest register. 
              
 
              
The lyric climaxes 
                of the Fourth are briskly characterised 
                and its Andantino is expressive without 
                too much weight; the sense of release 
                and tension in the finale is kept up 
                to the end. Some may baulk here and 
                at some other points at the sense of 
                purpose they engender; this is not always 
                the same as fast tempi because it relates 
                equally to accents and the shaping of 
                phrases, though in the post-1950 quartets 
                they do take a determined view of the 
                music. The Fifth however isn’t 
                unduly fast but is full of clarity of 
                passagework and discipline; details 
                such as the cello lines’ arching phrases 
                are well brought out in the first movement 
                and the motor rhythms are accompanied 
                by big sonorous playing. The restrained 
                melancholy evolves naturally in the 
                Andante and the propulsion of the finale, 
                which acts as a scherzo-finale, is genuinely 
                intense. The Taneyev reserve a touching 
                intimacy for the slow movement of the 
                Sixth where its neo-baroque inflexions 
                are unforced; there’s neither wallowing 
                nor lingering here, either, and adherents 
                of the Borodin traversals and of the 
                Shostakovich will note that the Taneyev’s 
                relative directness of utterance contrasts 
                with more their overtly romanticised 
                playing. Whether tremolandi, pizzicati 
                or in unison, the Seventh – an 
                exceptionally compact and ambivalent 
                work – responds to the concentration 
                of loss and grief enshrined in the central 
                Lento – its stillness contrasting with 
                the succeeding searing finale. 
              
 
              
The Eighth has 
                an inexorable sense of momentum though 
                the Taneyev stress the Allegretto less 
                dynamically than other quartets and 
                take the slow movement at a fast Largo. 
                For all their relative speed in some 
                of the quartets what is never audible 
                is any sense of breathless phrasing, 
                or unnecessarily harried playing; on 
                the contrary the tensile dynamics of 
                the Eighth’s second movement contrast 
                fully with the intensely sonorous slow 
                movement. Daringly terraced dynamic 
                shading marks out the slow movement 
                of the Ninth as does a strongly 
                etched succeeding Allegretto; the contrasts 
                of light and heavier bowing are optimum 
                here whilst the slow movement avoids 
                all sense of lingering. The Tenth 
                is a work that especially suits the 
                Taneyev’s rather brittle and edgy corporate 
                sound; tension is magnified by tremendous 
                subtleties of inflexion and by a sure 
                sense of stylistic probity and in the 
                slow movement they do open out rather 
                more than elsewhere to span its gravity 
                of utterance. 
              
 
              
The Eleventh is 
                notable for the tonal matching between 
                Ovcharek and second violinist Grigori 
                Lutsky. The sparseness of texture they 
                cultivate and their acute playing are 
                both laudatory as are the brittle outbursts 
                in the short first Adagio and the greater 
                cultivated weight in the second. One 
                feels that they have a panoramic view 
                of the schema of the opening movement 
                of the Twelfth. Nothing is allowed 
                to sag, episodes are prepared with scrupulous 
                intelligence and imagination and the 
                gradual unveiling of the beauties that 
                end the movement are genuinely moving. 
                No less so the vivid colours of the 
                Allegretto and the range of expressive 
                devices employed to put across this 
                multi-partite movement, which includes 
                slow movement and scherzo. The slower 
                material is rightly reverential and 
                muted and the ending in their hands 
                seems affirmative. The grim Thirteenth, 
                that single movement quarter of an hour 
                span, nevertheless moves relentlessly 
                and remorselessly forward. A number 
                of competitors routinely take as much 
                as two or three minutes longer than 
                the Taneyev (as does the Shostakovich 
                for example) though few match it in 
                grip or bite. Nor do many grasp the 
                elation and despair embedded in the 
                Fourteenth with as much directness. 
                The metrical flexibility and tonal subtlety 
                here are highly distinguished. Note 
                especially the playing of the pizzicato 
                passages and the unceasingly beautiful 
                line of the first violin in the Adagio 
                and the Bachian flourishes and recurring 
                pizzicato reminiscences in the Allegretto 
                finale. There’s something Janačék-like 
                about the playing and the unleashing 
                of the radiant ending. The final quartet, 
                the Fifteenth, was the 
                one premiered by these forces after 
                Sergei Shirinsky of the Beethoven Quartet 
                had died following a rehearsal of it. 
                As a result their performance carries 
                an especial charge and we can hear in 
                the jagged control of the second movement 
                Adagio how powerfully controlled, and 
                yet expressive, is the melancholia they 
                evoke. In their hands the concluding 
                Epilogue-Adagio has an unbowed and determined 
                forward motion that carries all before 
                it. 
              
 
              
This is an essential 
                set for admirers of the Shostakovich 
                quartets. The fact that the musicians 
                knew him and premiered the last quartet 
                is of considerable importance, of course, 
                but beyond that is the authoritative 
                and dynamic and highly tensile grip 
                the Taneyev exert throughout all these 
                works. The six CDs are split into two 
                box sets and housed in a sturdy case. 
                The notes are perfectly adequate though 
                not voluminous.
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf