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Review:
I was brought
up on the Beethoven played by the Budapest Quartet. Way back when
they had not even recorded the whole 16. But the group was at Town
Hall every year and Beethoven was usually on the agenda.
They were what
you might call 'Present/Imperfect'. That is to say the spirit was
willing but the flesh was weak. We all remember the rasp of the
first violin - almost a constant in later years - the sloppy finger
work in the cello department etc. etc. But you kept listening to
the Budapest because - by God! - Their hearts were in the right
place.
In later years
they got so bad that I flew in haste to the Hungarian Quartet and
then had a romance with the Frenchmen - the Pascal, Lowenguth and
so forth.
Not too many
years ago I gave an ecstatic review - which I do not for a minute
regret - to the Fine Arts Quartet whose ideas are still available
on CD I'm happy to say. But, alas they are no more. More recently
the Emerson Quartet has ruled the roost and naturally I attended
concerts and bought CDs. They are a splendid, smooth and steady
state group, which I like but who do not really move me. Probably
my fault, I'm sure.
Now here comes
the Takacs Quartet and I will have to rethink my Beethoven quartet
playing once again. These gentlemen have what the Budapest had at
its best - and yes: Worst - they have a unity not just to themselves
but also to the craggy, nasty 'To Hell With Everyone: I'm Beethoven!'
that this music requires.
It is the best
Beethoven playing I have heard in many years and I look forward
the Op. 18, the final quartets and Op. 95, which Decca promises.
Why does it
seem to me to be so good? Well, the Takacs hail from Budapest and
have a Middle-European attitude toward what they're playing. It
shows up in the broad statements in the F major and E minor Russian
themes especially in the E minor where Beethoven takes the theme
and flings it away almost with disgust for having used it at all.
That is Beethoven at his greatest and that is quartet playing at
its best. And the Takacs have a few things that the Budapest never
had such as a violin with a perfect tone for quartet playing and
the cellist has an attack that is right there with just the precise
perfection of attack. Nor do the middle two players seem lacking
in any way.
Now, it is a
long time from the F major to the C# minor - the ultimate quartet
if not in number but in intricacy of music and I am looking forward
to it.
It goes without
saying that the recording is excellent - indeed it would be a surprise
if it were not.
There are several
rather odd things about the notes that accompany the album. Not
that Misha Donat's notes are bad by any means but they are curiously
wanting. There is absolutely no mention nor analysis of the Op.
74 quartet at all. In the biography of the Takacs there are words
about including Op. 95 with the forthcoming set of late quartets
but not a word about Op. 74, which is very odd indeed.
Then there is
a 'Thank You' page at the very end of something over 35 names of
people who sponsored this set.
Well, if this
is the only way we can get first class recordings such as this:
So be it.
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