Perfect 
                programming. Haas was one of Janáček’s 
                most distinguished pupils and chronologically 
                Haas’s Second Quartet almost exactly 
                bisects those of his teacher. Supraphon 
                and the Pavel Haas Quartet have chosen 
                to contrast the work of the younger 
                man with Janáček’s Intimate 
                Letters. This 
                throws up all manner of fascinating 
                insights into the creative process and 
                into Haas’s absorption of the Janáček 
                sound-world, rhythmic and colouristic. 
                 
              
 
              
Haas’s Second Quartet 
                was written in 1925 and is subtitled 
                Z Opičích hor [From 
                the Monkey Mountains], a nickname for 
                Vysocina, near Brno, in the Moravian 
                Highlands. It’s written in four movements 
                and is here played in the version for 
                percussion (in the finale only) as was 
                originally 
                the case in its premiere. It wasn’t 
                especially well received on its first 
                performance by the Moravian Quartet 
                – who as admirers will know were amongst 
                Janáček’s own interpreters of choice 
                - and so there is an option to jettison 
                the percussion part. So far as 
                I’m aware this is the version generally 
                preferred in other performances and 
                recordings. 
              
 
              
The movements bear 
                superscriptions – Landscape; Coach, 
                Coachman and Horse; The Moon and I; 
                and Wild Night. The high fiddle writing 
                and rhythmic patterns are very much 
                reminiscent of Janáček 
                But there’s a folk lilt and rather more 
                explicitly dance-like material than 
                Janáček would have countenanced 
                in his own works for the medium. The 
                opening movement veers between expressive 
                poles, and encloses a powerful expressive 
                central section; at ten minutes 
                it doesn’t lose interest but does flirt 
                with repetition. The second movement 
                – marked andante – is pictorial in its 
                depiction of the coachman and horse, 
                with the rhythm lurching off-centre, 
                heaving from side to side. A Moravian 
                dance whips things up before some warm 
                unison writing contrasts with it. 
              
 
              
The slow movement (The 
                Moon and I), whilst it sounds as 
                if it could be rather descriptive in 
                the manner of Novák’s superbly 
                romanticised piano works, actually develops 
                a pronounced sensual lyricism. But 
                Janáček is never far off and those 
                chugging rhythms arrive to force a fiercely 
                controlled climax of real power – and 
                then a return to the lyricism of the 
                opening. It’s the finale that caused 
                the Brno consternation I suppose. Wild 
                sonorities and heavily emphatic 
                rhythmic drive predict another Moravian 
                dance. But this time it’s accompanied 
                by the modish call of the percussion 
                – and a fullish kit from the sound of 
                it, played by Colin Currie. There are 
                hints in its rhythmic patterns of ragtime 
                and early, rather staid jazz. Outbursts 
                are grandiloquent, and exciting. The 
                quartet follows its alternating lyrical 
                and dramatic Janáček-derived 
                outbursts with the percussion adding 
                colour, contemporary outrage and a veritable 
                kick. Eighty years ago this was badly 
                received even by the performers; after 
                the premiere the Moravians only ever 
                played the quartet version. 
              
 
              
This is an exciting 
                and driving performance, fully aware 
                of the lineage and stylistic inheritance 
                to which Haas was heir but also paying 
                due heed to his youthful verve and playfully 
                subversive originality. 
              
 
              
Listening to their 
                Intimate Letters, before I’d 
                read the quartet’s biography in the 
                booklet, I was convinced they’d listened 
                to performances by the Smetana Quartet. 
                They have in fact worked regularly with 
                Milan Škampa, legendary violist of the 
                group – and he actually contributes 
                a booklet note on the Janáček 
                quartet. The curve of the performance 
                is reminiscent of the later group – 
                say the mid-seventies incarnation – 
                though the Pavel Haas takes the finale 
                significantly slower. Their concentration 
                on elegance and control of contour is 
                admirable and if I find 
                them somewhat lacking in intensity in 
                the slow movement, doubtless that will 
                come with time. Janáček always 
                praised the Moravian Quartet for playing 
                his music with fearless passion. He 
                might have found the present performance 
                strong on rhythmic attacks but 
                a little light on the intimacy and emotion. 
              
 
              
With 
                a warmly balanced recording in the Domovina 
                studios and pretty good notes this is 
                an acutely selected example of Moravian 
                sons and heirs. If you thought that 
                the Janáček quartets were a beginning 
                and an end in themselves then 
                Haas gives one an example of how younger 
                composers took him as a compositional 
                model – and how far, or how little, 
                they truly succeeded in absorbing his 
                sound-world. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf