Much of Glazunov’s 
                  chamber music radiates a bonhomonious and relaxed avuncularity 
                  hard to dislike. The 1881 String Quintet for instance, written 
                  on two-cello, Schubertian lines, cleaves strongly, resiliently 
                  and ultimately successfully to lyric models without ever quite 
                  persuading the listener of any great independence of spirit, 
                  or true memorability. Genial and unhurried, the Fine Arts with 
                  Nathaniel Rosen take it, justly, at face value. Phrasing is 
                  warm and affectionate; rhythms are moulded and not detonated; 
                  homogeneity of string tone ensures a capacious sound. The scherzo’s 
                  guitar imitations by way of violin pizzicati bring varied colour. 
                  And the movement’s broadening is forceful and adept and the 
                  trio offers sufficient contrast to keep the ear interested. 
                  The lyric and songful slow movement stakes no claims to the 
                  lachrymose or to profundity. Certainly the most Russian of the 
                  movements is the finale though it’s interrupted by a sprightly 
                  if ultimately academic fugato that tends to divert the current 
                  of vibrancy that has been established.
                Coupled with the 
                  Quintet is a far better known work, the Five Novelettes, one 
                  of which was given a its disc premiere back in the First World 
                  War by the London String Quartet but which was most memorably 
                  inscribed by the Hollywood. That classic is fortunately still 
                  with us on Testament SBT 1061 where it shares all-Russian disc 
                  space with Tchaikovsky and Borodin. No one has yet managed to 
                  shake my allegiance from this but the Fine Arts give a good 
                  account of themselves in their less glamorous way. They manage 
                  to find a degree of transparency in the Alla spagnuola 
                  with its lightly tinted Spanish influence, and do justice to 
                  the breezy folklore of the Orientale. Any quartet worth 
                  its salt will need to evoke the richness of Borodin in the Interludium 
                  and the first violin, Ralph Evans, takes on the Eastern Orthodox 
                  declamation well. The finale’s Hungarian spirit is really only 
                  a superficial one but the pizzicati are lightly done nevertheless, 
                  and the theme’s similarity to Yankee Doodle is as strong 
                  as ever.
                As suggested the 
                  performances are sympathetic and accomplished and the recording 
                  allows plenty of detail to register without becoming clinical. 
                  Genial Glazunovians will enjoy the wares on offer.
                Jonathan Woolf