Politkovsky died too 
                young. He was born in 1932 and came 
                from a musical and theatrical family. 
                He studied with Yankelevich just after 
                the War and then, from 1950, with Oistrakh. 
                As with so many Soviet violinists he 
                entered a number of competitions and 
                was a laureate at all of them. Despite 
                the fact that he performed far and wide 
                and was a strong adherent of the core 
                repertory he recorded rather less often 
                that some of his contemporaries. He 
                certainly didn’t propagate, on disc 
                at least, the kind of adventurous repertoire 
                that, say, Eduard Grach did. In addition 
                to the two major native works in this 
                disc – the Taneyev and Rubinstein sonatas 
                - the only recorded examples of significant 
                Russian repertoire that I’ve been able 
                to trace is Grechaninov’s Op.87 sonata 
                along with one or two vignette pieces. 
                Of other large-scale works he recorded 
                the Respighi B minor and – the only 
                concerto I can find – the Bach Double 
                with fellow fiddle player Yashvili. 
              
 
              
So this major player 
                has a rather frustrating discography, 
                which makes the appearance of this disc 
                in RCD’s ‘Russian Violin School’ line 
                all the more welcome. The Rubinstein 
                sonata is the Op.13 not the Op.19 and 
                so less well known perhaps. It asks 
                for some strenuous playing especially 
                in the opening movement where the passagework 
                difficulties are at a premium. The restless 
                Moderato second movement is richly characterised 
                by Politkovsky and Epstein, his piano 
                colleague, and they do well by the rapid 
                exuberance of the Scherzo. The finale 
                opens mordantly but the subsequent lyric 
                passages are a delight, and though still 
                tied to the troublesome introspection 
                of the opening bars, the sonata ends 
                in a flourish. To all of these moods 
                and reflections the two players respond 
                with immediacy and strength. 
              
 
              
The Taneyev is a standby 
                for Russian players; Western players 
                have seldom really taken it up. You 
                must ignore the track listing which 
                has gone terribly wrong. The sonata 
                is supposed to be tracked 7-10 but it’s 
                actually 9-12 and you will have to note 
                further that track 11 is the so-called 
                ‘Gypsy Song’ and not the Rachmaninoff 
                and so on. These things do happen sometimes. 
                Once more the violinist is teamed with 
                Epstein. This is a high pressure and 
                fast reading. It makes for rather startling 
                contrast with the 1975 recording of 
                the same work in the same series by 
                violinist Grigory Feigin and Victor 
                Poltoratsky [RCD 16253]. Politkovsky 
                drives through it with greater tensile 
                weight and a rather more ‘high wire’ 
                tonal reserves. This metallic tension 
                lends the work a different patina; less 
                late Brahmsian, more nervy, quicksilver, 
                considerably more insistent. The smaller 
                pieces are enjoyable examples of the 
                violinist moving in morceaux circles. 
                There are plenty of lyric episodes in 
                the Balakirev, the Tchaikovsky is stoic, 
                quite brisk and unsentimental 
                and the Dvořák-Kreisler subject 
                to some hammy rewriting.  
              
 
              
There are some rewarding 
                examples of Igor Politkovsky’s art in 
                this disc. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf