The Fibonacci Sequence, one of Britain’s foremost chamber ensembles, 
                  here performs Schubert’s sublime Octet in F. 
                  
                  Written as a commission and modelled on Beethoven’s Septet, 
                  Op. 20, Schubert’s Octet takes the form of a large-scale divertimento 
                  - a piece to be listened to as recreation: not too demanding, 
                  not too serious. Composed in March 1824, and scored for clarinet, 
                  bassoon, horn, two violins, viola, cello, and double-bass, it 
                  is the largest in scale of the chamber works. Schubert’s gift 
                  for melody and brilliant yet delicate decoration centres on 
                  the contribution of the solo violin. 
                    
                  The Fibonacci Sequence was founded in 1994 by its artistic director, 
                  pianist Kathron Sturrock. The group is named after Leonardo 
                  of Pisa, the great mediaeval mathematician, commonly known as 
                  Fibonacci. The series of numbers named after him occurs throughout 
                  the natural world in the most extraordinary way, appearing magically, 
                  in petals of flowers, branches of trees, and in many more complex 
                  ways. The relation of the numbers to each other is directly 
                  connected to the Golden Section, held by many to determine the 
                  most harmonious proportions in art and music. Now well established 
                  The Fibonacci Sequence is distinguished by the quality and high 
                  profile of its members and by the imagination and variety of 
                  its programming, making full use of the range and versatility 
                  of the chamber music repertoire. Its players are noted for the 
                  zest and enthusiasm they communicate to their audience. 
                  
                  However, I do not find that this version quite measures up to 
                  the best. There is not quite the same sense of drive and forward 
                  momentum as on the very finest. There are some slips and smudges 
                  by the first violin on the same intricate figure at 4:47 and 
                  8:13, and some impurities of tone in the horn, nor is the clarinet 
                  as rounded in tone as one would like. The opening does not quite 
                  capture the requisite sense of brooding tension and is rather 
                  obvious in its approach, lacking nuance of dynamics and phrasing. 
                  The Schubert Ensemble from Budapest, on the super-bargain Naxos 
                  label, creates a far more enticing and mysterious mood. The 
                  individual members of that ensemble are by and large more virtuosic 
                  and skilful, and more refulgent and secure of tone - as well 
                  as being far freer in expression. The Fibonacci are by comparison 
                  too four-square in their phrasing; the horn around 2.55 does 
                  not carry the lightness, legato and smooth elegance of its Budapest 
                  counterpart. The Adagio, too, lacks some poise - and the suspicion 
                  of bumpiness is accentuated by too close a recording. The instruments 
                  need a little more air around them to impart a warmth or glow. 
                  A certain thin, stringiness of tone, presumably a concession 
                  to modern HIP practice, does not serve this music well, and 
                  thus the music does not sing as it should. 
                  
                  While this recording is perfectly serviceable, ultimately the 
                  Schubert Ensemble is considerably more than merely competent: 
                  those musicians seem to have been born with Schubert’s music 
                  in their blood. Listening to their 1992 Naxos recording made 
                  in Hungary, one hears them sing, soar and shine with an enjoyment 
                  that borders on bliss. Their evident affection for the music 
                  permeates every note and it’s as if the musicians and their 
                  instruments had become one being in the act of making music. 
                  I do not get this sense from listening to the Fibonacci. 
                  
                  Thus this Deux-Elles disc remains a fine second rank version. 
                  It lacks the last degree of refinement and Viennese charm. 
                  
                  Ralph Moore