I am in agreement with other reviewers elsewhere that this is 
                  music which does not yield up its attractions on first listening. 
                  A certain cool formality - very different from that which we 
                  more readily associate with the composer of his more popular 
                  compositions - disguises its profundity. One reviewer even goes 
                  so far as to say that the failure of his string quartets to 
                  please or succeed, relative to Saint-Saëns’ popular 
                  works, is explained by their lack of memorability. This to me 
                  suggests lazy listening; certainly the members of the distinguished 
                  American group the Fine Arts Quartet believe in this music. 
                  Their first violinist Ralph Evans describes them as “serious, 
                  intellectual, brilliantly crafted yet delightful works which 
                  will change minds in a hurry”.  
                  Despite having already written a good deal of chamber music, 
                  Op. 112 was Saint-Saëns’ first foray into the medium 
                  of the string quartet. These are both mature works, written 
                  when he was in his sixties and eighties respectively; the second, 
                  in particular, exudes the melancholy nostalgia associated with 
                  old age. His love of Bach and Mendelssohn is manifested in the 
                  frequent archaic and neo-classical allusions in his music and 
                  a love of the fugue, a favourite form which appears several 
                  time at different points in these works. Yet Saint-Saëns’ 
                  sound-world is clearly not entirely retrospective; it contains 
                  many Impressionistic touches, unsurprising from a composer whose 
                  career spanned the mid-nineteenth century to the early twentieth. 
                  
                    
                  The E minor quartet begins in a melancholy vein, sombre and 
                  formal; there is always a note of anxiety throughout. The second 
                  movement calls for some superbly articulated triplets in the 
                  restatement of the principal theme. The Molto adagio is dominated 
                  by the singing of the first violin, presumably in homage to 
                  the dedicatee Eugène Ysaÿe. Played as well as it 
                  is here, this movement seems to match the poise and tenderness 
                  of the Beethoven Cavatina; there is the same sense of time suspended. 
                  In a more agitated passage a tentative, stuttering syncopated 
                  figure alternates with the slow theme before they resolve into 
                  the spacious calm of the concluding two minutes. Finally, the 
                  mood of agitation returns in the last movement which close uneasily 
                  with a frantic passage for the violin. 
                    
                  I have seen the Op.153 described as “a sunny, playful 
                  work” but that is really only half the story. It opens 
                  in neo-classical, Mozartian vein - momentum and elegance in 
                  a serene G major with some arresting shifts of key. The slow 
                  movement employs some exotic melody and harmony, perhaps the 
                  result of the composer’s familiarity with North Africa. 
                  It contains another serene cantabile dryly described by the 
                  composer with his typical wit as “deadly dull as an Adagio 
                  should be”. It is in fact teasingly beautiful, featuring 
                  towards the end little spiralling, descending curlicue figures 
                  on the first violin suggestive of acceptance and resignation. 
                  After the slow, contemplative introductory Interlude, so typical 
                  of Saint-Saëns’ classical forebears, cheerful, scampering 
                  fugal passages alternate with the reflective slow theme to close 
                  emphatically in a witty combination of plucked fifths and ascending 
                  chords, ending on the tonic. 
                    
                  The Fine Arts Quartet is equal to all Saint-Saëns’ 
                  demands for swift changes of mood and technical virtuosity. 
                  I have little to say about the quality of their playing beyond 
                  observing that to my ears they are impeccable, producing singing 
                  tone and unfailing homogeneity; I could not imagine finer advocacy 
                  of these neglected quartets. They are not easy listening but 
                  repeated encounters will, I am sure, pay dividends to the dedicated 
                  chamber music enthusiast.   
                  
                  Ralph Moore