Nicolai 
                RIMSKY-KORSAKOV (1844-1908)
                Hymn to the Sun from The Golden 
                Cockerel [4.15]
                Oriental Dance [4.35]
                Scheherazade – Arab Song [4.31]
                Chant Hindou from Sadko [3.24]
                Fantasy (on various themes) [9.06]
                Antonín DVOŘÁK 
                (1841-1904)
                Songs My Mother Taught Me; Gypsy 
                Melodies [2.57]
                Slavonic Dance No.1 - Op.46 No.2 [3.34]
                Slavonic Dance No.2 – Op.72 No.10 [5.08]
                Slavonic Dance No.3 – Op.72 No.16 [3.34]
                Sonatina Op.100 – Larghetto “Indian 
                Lament” [4.41]
                Humoresque Op.101 No.7 [2.53]
                Slavonic Fantasy [5.05]
                Symphony No.9 –Largo “Negro Spiritual 
                Melody”  [5.31]
                Pyotr Ilyich 
                TCHAIKOVSKY (1840-1893)
                Scherzo from Souvenir de Hapsal 
                [4.10]
                Humoresque – Deux Morceaux Op.10 No.2 
                [2.24]
                Chant sans paroles from Souvenir de 
                Hapsal [3.23]
                Andante cantabile from String Quartet 
                No.1 [5.32]
              Seventy-six-plus minutes 
                of transcriptions by Fritz Kreisler 
                – isn’t that too much of a good thing? 
                Not necessarily, and especially not 
                when the programming is so sensible 
                as it is here, mixing melodic and the 
                sometimes sentimental and elegiac with 
                the more obviously 
                virtuosic. The three composers represented 
                here, born within a five-year timespan, 
                had much in common regarding their melodic 
                gift and – at least in the case of Dvořák 
                and Tchaikovsky – melancholy, not unlike 
                Kreisler’s own in the many nostalgic 
                Viennese 
                pieces he composed. Dvořák’s Slavonic 
                Dance No. 2, for instance, could 
                just as well have been written by Kreisler. 
              
 
              
The programme is performed 
                by the young German violinist Nicolas 
                Koeckert, accompanied by Ukrainian born 
                pianist Milana Chernyavska. Koeckert’s 
                musical CV is an impressive read with 
                several top-prizes in sundry competitions. 
                The name Koeckert possibly also rings 
                a bell for older collectors and concert-goers. 
                Legendary Rudolf Koeckert (b. 1913) 
                founded his own string quartet in 1939, 
                which worked for many years, at least 
                well into the 1970s when his son Joachim 
                also joined it. The quartet recorded 
                extensively; among many other things 
                they made a complete Beethoven cycle 
                for DG in the 1950s. Rudolf Koeckert 
                also had a career as a solo violinist. 
                Although the booklet text doesn’t explicitly 
                say so I suspect that Nicolas (b. 1979) 
                is the third generation in this family 
                of violinists. 
              
 
              
And he is undoubtedly 
                a gifted player, technically assured 
                with fine warm tone and careful over 
                his phrasing. And the pianist, although 
                she plays a secondary role in a recital 
                of this kind, is sensitive and flexible. 
                She is delicious in Songs my mother 
                taught me (track 3), to mention 
                just one instance. Of course it is risky 
                for a young player, however accomplished, 
                to take on repertoire so closely associated 
                with a personality like Kreisler, so 
                immediately recognizable and whose playing 
                has been the norm for generations of 
                listeners. However, generally speaking 
                he is very successful and he follows 
                the traditions of the master in stressing 
                charm, lyrical qualities, lightness 
                of touch while there is no lack of momentum 
                in the livelier pieces. Once or twice 
                one can feel a more mechanical delivery. 
                Dvořák’s 
                famous Humoresque sounds 
                rushed and unnecessarily jaunty, compared 
                to Kreisler’s own more relaxed, more 
                fluently elegant view, but the concluding 
                double stops are finely executed. That 
                said I may well be over-sensitive in 
                this repertoire: these pieces were my 
                father’s favourites and. Kreisler’s 
                rendering of them has, for more than 
                fifty years, been etched into my musical 
                memory. 
              
 
              
This kind of "light" 
                music sometimes tends to be over-sophisticated, 
                over-interpreted in the hands of "serious" 
                musicians wanting to make their point. 
                Nicolas Koeckert avoids that by being 
                utterly natural, letting the music speak 
                for itself and not trying to use it 
                as a self-display vehicle. It is very 
                easy to like this disc, not least for 
                the opportunity to hear pieces that 
                are not often performed or recorded. 
                Even Kreisler did not record all of 
                them – and there are certainly gems 
                here: 
              
 
              
The Negro Spiritual 
                Melody is the cor anglais theme 
                from the Largo of the New World Symphony, 
                a melody that has acquired the status 
                of folk-song, sung on an old EP in my 
                early collection by Poul Robeson as 
                "Goin’ Home". It is played 
                here with restraint and all the light 
                and shade needed, a beautiful interpretation, 
                while Tchaikovsky’s Scherzo (track 
                4), a new acquaintance - a kind of Perpetuum 
                mobile with a melodious and somewhat 
                sad mid-section - shows Koeckert as 
                a more outgoing fiddler, enjoying himself 
                greatly. Dvořák’s Slavonic 
                Dances are also charming, originally 
                written for piano duo but known mainly 
                in orchestral garb. Of the more famous 
                Kreisler settings, Hymn to the Sun 
                (track 1) and Hindou Song 
                (track 12) are among the best tracks 
                and Tchaikovsky’s Andante cantabile, 
                originally a string quartet movement, 
                is another highlight. 
              
 
              
Maybe the last ounce 
                of personality is missing; maybe also, 
                in the end, one can feel that 76 minutes 
                of small pieces without much in the 
                way of bold harmonics is a little too 
                much. It is all so well-behaved and 
                soft-edged, but that’s more Kreisler’s 
                fault than that of the artists. In any 
                event who said that one must listen 
                to the whole disc in one sitting? 
              
 
              
Kreisler’s own recordings 
                are of course indispensable (see recent 
                review of his 1936-38 discs), but I 
                can’t think that anyone wanting this 
                charming music very well played in excellent 
                modern sound and at an affordable price 
                would be disappointed. It will be interesting 
                to follow Koeckert’s career but on this 
                evidence he seems well equipped to be 
                a significant contender in an already 
                crowded field. 
              
Göran Forsling 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Jonathan Woolf