This unusual coupling 
                  represents volume 46 - it’s not just Hyperion … - in Phaedra’s 
                  In Flanders’ Fields series. Adherents of the overlooked, 
                  obscure and downright under-appreciated will have their appetites 
                  whetted by the promotional details contained in the booklet 
                  of this disc, which lists them all. Fans of Jongen, Benoit, 
                  Meulemans (Arthur and Herman) and such as de Boeck and de Blockx 
                  will have occasion to rue their limited income when confronted 
                  by the rich variety of things on offer. An excellent catalogue.
                But to business 
                  with this almost-latest; I see volume 47 is already out and 
                  maybe others as well. There’s no biographical significance to 
                  coupling the short-lived Lekeu with his long lived contemporary, 
                  Arthur de Greef, but their trios do make for a strong contrasting 
                  brace; the hothouse Franckian fervour and tortured melancholy 
                  of the former and the patrician lyricism and Brahmsian vigour 
                  of the latter. 
                De Greef is the 
                  more unusual and he’s better known as a performer of course, 
                  one of Grieg’s favourite interpreters. Pearl has a good disc 
                  devoted to him and you can find his late 1920s HMV sonata recording 
                  of the Kreutzer with Isolde Menges; it’s even had the 
                  dubious honour of being pirated. 
                As a composer he’s 
                  much less well known – maybe a few piano morceaux but most will 
                  be unfamiliar with the Trio. The idiom is an interesting conflation 
                  of influences. As it begins one thinks broadly Franco-Grieg 
                  but there’s Brahmsian cut and thrust to the piano writing and 
                  to the unison string phrases that reminds one that de Greef 
                  was an excellent Brahms player (though the two Brahms sonata 
                  recordings on the Menges disc were not with de Greef). There’s 
                  maybe a touch of Fauré as well, especially the earlier Fauré, 
                  and a lovely Rachmaninovian lyricism in the slow movement. The 
                  finale is a touch prosaic though enlivened by beefy piano writing, 
                  and especially powerful chording from the piano, which is pretty 
                  much in charge for most of the time in this movement at least. 
                
                Lekeu’s 1891 Trio 
                  predates the de Greef by fully forty-four years. Franckian and 
                  famously intense it’s a difficult work to pace, as is a work 
                  cast in a similar vein, Magnard’s Violin Sonata. The underlying 
                  melancholia and grief is not overstated in this performance.  
                  Instead there’s a sense of forward motion in the opening movements 
                  which contrasts with some older performances that have bathed 
                  deeply in the extended dramas - I think of the old Musique en 
                  Wallonie LP by the Salone-Demilhac-Boufil trio which took a 
                  quarter of an hour over the slow movement; here we have 10.20. 
                  Even the scherzo tends to zip by; clearly structural matters 
                  have been seriously addressed in rehearsal. Incidents such as 
                  the second fugato are handled with a certain earthy vigour even 
                  if there were moments in the corresponding first fugato when 
                  intonation wandered.  There are a few other recordings in the 
                  catalogues but this is a work that tends to come and go. Strong 
                  competition comes from the Spiller Trio on Arts (coupled with 
                  the incomplete Quartet where they’re joined by Oscar Lysy no 
                  less). I prefer the Spiller performance; slower and more intimate 
                  in the slow movement, more subtle and arresting in phrasing 
                  throughout; the strings are warmer as well. The performances 
                  and the coupling will probably decide things. 
                The recording is 
                  rather close-up and this can become a touch tiring. It’s sufficiently 
                  close up to catch quite a lot of anticipatory sniffing. A final 
                  word about the quartet’s unusual name; it’s from a Herman Hesse 
                  poem.
                Jonathan Woolf
                see also Review 
                  by Hubert Culot
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