This is one of the 
                fabled "new" Lyritas – which 
                means that, despite not sporting the 
                details on the disc, it was recorded 
                back in 1994 and is only now seeing 
                the light of commercial day. It’s devoted 
                to two concertos by the short-lived 
                English composer William Busch and the 
                coupling has been avidly awaited by 
                enthusiasts who knew of its existence 
                but despaired of ever hearing the works. 
                Despair no more. 
              
              The Cello Concerto 
                was completed in 1941 and was written 
                for that fine player Florence Hooton. 
                It’s a ruminative, reflective work that 
                opens with a winding, coiling lyricism 
                that summons up Finzian vistas. Despite 
                that allegiance one wouldn’t want to 
                push the association too far; it’s not 
                a work for example that foreshadows 
                Finzi’s own later Cello Concerto, which 
                is altogether a bigger work. Nevertheless 
                Busch summons up fine contrastive sections 
                in a strongly argued first movement. 
                The central movement has its share of 
                folkloric influence. In his typically 
                amusing and assured programme notes 
                John Amis is right to point once again 
                to Finzi as a satellite influence on 
                the writing, though in this performance 
                there’s a slightly cosmopolitan air 
                to the writing as well that ensures 
                that nothing is mired in the generic. 
                The writing is generous and effective. 
                And the finale is ebullient, vivacious, 
                with strong percussion, skirling strings 
                and demanding writing for the soloist.
              
              The Piano Concerto, 
                written a few years beforehand, is a 
                real contrast in styles. It was premiered 
                by the composer with Boult and the BBC 
                Symphony. Essentially neo-classical 
                it has some fulsome touches, fine exchanges 
                between soloist and winds for example 
                – the latter sound just a touch recessed 
                in the balance here. There’s a strong 
                sense of torrent in the middle section 
                – dissonant and fully aware of, say, 
                Prokofiev - before a return to a modified 
                kind of neo-classicism at the end. The 
                slow movement is reflective though sporting 
                some vigorous flourishing gestures – 
                nothing static about it. The finale 
                is a variational. It’s tightly and highly 
                impressively argued, lean, adamantine, 
                the most cerebral (but not academic) 
                of any music on the disc. It shows the 
                full range of his technical and expressive 
                command – it’s not necessarily immediately 
                likeable but it is impressive. 
              
              Hearing their performances 
                one wouldn’t want to hear any other 
                than Lane and Wallfisch to expound these 
                works on disc. Their passagework is 
                athletic and on the button – Lane’s 
                in the finale of the Piano Concerto 
                and Wallfisch’s in the brushstroke exchanges 
                with orchestral principals. They both 
                play with amplitude, sensitivity, fine 
                tonal reserves and style. Handley conducts 
                the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra with 
                his usual architectural acumen. 
              
              Well worth the wait.
              
              Jonathan Woolf
              See also review 
                by Bob Briggs
              See also articles 
                by Julia Cornaby Busch, the composer’s 
                daughter and by Sinclair Logan