Two classic performances, 
                  one with the composer’s imprimatur as executant. The wartime 
                  Piano Quintet is a fascinating work written in five movements 
                  that bears some similarity with Shostakovich’s Piano Trio. Completed 
                  in 1944 it was first performed by Gilels and the Quartet of 
                  the Bolshoi Theatre. The melancholy lyricism of the first movement 
                  fuses with jagged march themes which in turn become more and 
                  more garrulous and menacing. By the Allegretto increasing motor 
                  rhythms and oily lines for solo strings and heavy rhythmic attacks 
                  – strong independent piano part, powerful unison strings – bring 
                  hints of baroque procedure and a grave conclusion. It’s a quintet 
                  that really covers all emotive states, from the almost manic 
                  first violin of the Presto to the stern passacaglia-like fourth 
                  movement Largo. Here the long, and limpidly sung piano is flecked 
                  with great gravity, a memorable movement. To my ears the finale 
                  has a weird Scotch snap to it – a scotch reel fugato if one 
                  can imagine it in the context of a Weinberg quintet and there 
                  are also moments of almost hallucinatory boogie; I couldn’t 
                  quite believe it. The ghostly mists gradually descend though 
                  and we end with fugitive and ambiguous quiet. It’s an unsettling 
                  work, kaleidoscopic, deeply rooted in Shostakovich of course 
                  but still sounding intensely personal.
                Coupled with it is the 1959 Eighth Quartet. 
                  Once more the tugs of meditative control and melancholy drift 
                  are powerful poles around which the emotive motor turns. But 
                  the urgent expressivity is contrasted in the lighter moments 
                  with folkloric dance and drive and a return to the newly mobile 
                  material, which is now laced with pizzicati. It maybe in sonata 
                  form but its one movement multi-partite fifteen-minute span 
                  is tremendously impressive as a cohesive statement. There is 
                  real variety  - of mood, texture, rhythm, colour – and its performance 
                  here by its dedicatees, the Borodin Quartet - sounds well nigh 
                  definitive.  
                Melodiya’s presentation is attractive and 
                  there are multi-lingual notes. There’s some audible tape hiss 
                  at moments in the 1963 recording of the Quintet though the earlier 
                  1961 Quartet fares better in this respect. In any case it’s 
                  a very minor question and won’t at all impede your listening. 
                  These are two big, powerful and comprehensively impressive musical 
                  statements. 
                Jonathan Woolf
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