I don’t know how 
                  Arbós rates these days but I’d take a guess and say that as 
                  a composer of zarzuela he’s probably eclipsed his reputation 
                  as a conductor. From time to time his old recordings are resurrected 
                  – he revitalised the Madrid Orchestra and conducted the band 
                  for thirty-five years – but of late attention seems to have 
                  turned more to his zarzuela. This has left his chamber works, 
                  so admired at the turn of the twentieth century, in almost total 
                  limbo. 
                Allow me to express 
                  my total incredulity that before the one under review the only 
                  other recording known to me of the Op.1 Tres piezas originales 
                  en stilo espanol was made c.1917 by Albert Sammons, W.H. 
                  Squire and William Murdoch. To be accurate their recording was 
                  slightly abridged and they omitted the Habanera. Try as I might 
                  I can’t find evidence of another recording in the intervening 
                  ninety odd years. Arbós was popular in London of course – he 
                  was at the Royal College - which may account for the recording. 
                  It’s a bold triptych of pieces for an Op.1 with the Seguidillas 
                  gitanas making its mark in particular in this performance 
                  – deft rhythm and evocative salon style. His Op.1 makes no other 
                  pretensions and is all the better for it. 
                The Tango was written, 
                  inevitably, for Sarasate and it was popular in its day though 
                  I reckon this is a premiere recording. It’s certainly not in 
                  the armoury of any fiddle players today and this performance 
                  doesn’t show it at its best – smeary tone from the violinist, 
                  poor intonation and a couple of missed notes.
                The songs show another 
                  side to Arbós. Seis rimas de Gustavo Adolfo Becquer is 
                  his Op.3 and therefore, once again, very early – this survey 
                  seems to be progressing chronologically – and not entirely typical 
                  of the more complete control he was later to exercise over vocal 
                  material. Emilio Sánchez takes the honours accompanied by Fernando 
                  Turina. He has a hefty and rather metallic voice with a big 
                  beat. He’s admired as an Arbós singer so my dissenting view 
                  is a minority one and you may appreciate him rather more than 
                  I did. The songs are light, simple, some sounding rather French 
                  (the second is straight Fauré) but in these performances they 
                  suffer from a dose of the quasi-operatics. The strenuous histrionics 
                  that Sánchez piles on here are really no service to the music. 
                  He should be made to listen to Tito Schipa for a month and he’d 
                  be the better man for it. The companion cycle Cuatro canciones 
                  para la marquesa de Bolanos could sound very much better 
                  than it does. Turina is too reticent – the piano postlude to 
                  Sur la plage, the last of the four, is dull – and Sánchez’s 
                  strangled attempt in the same song is not pretty.
                Finally the Pieza de concurso is a 
                  slow test piece full of romanticism but also conservatoire dictates; 
                  it’s a question more of projection than mere virtuosity, though 
                  it’s of no great account otherwise.
                Obviously I’m well 
                  disposed toward Arbós’s uneven chamber and vocal works but stronger 
                  performances are needed to convince others of their admittedly 
                  peripheral place in the scheme of things Iberian. The booklet 
                  photographs and artwork are splendid and a real credit but the 
                  proofreading is calamitous and misspellings and misdatings abound. 
                  It’s reflective of a very hit and miss recording.
                Jonathan Woolf
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