Shostakovich is something of a departure on disc for both the Belcea
Quartet and Piotr Anderszewski but a very welcome one. These two works
have long been in their concert repertoire and it shows. They look at
the Quintet with fresh eyes and that is evident from the outset. The
pianist’s opening soliloquy has power and a directness of emotion, which
is matched by the Belcea, but it’s at the point where the music moves
into 3/8 (a minute and a half in) that this performance becomes a real
ear-opener. How much wistfulness they find here, and Corina Belcea’s
tone as she reaches heavenwards is utterly heart-rending. The Takács
with Hamelin tend to be more straightforwardly warm at this point.
The fugal second movement has a particularly engaging
fragility, Corina Belcea laying the subject bare with the merest touch
of vibrato, which is then matched unerringly by fellow violinist Axel
Schacher. There’s grim playfulness in abundance in the Scherzo,
Anderszewski bright-toned but never aggressive-sounding, while the
shocking torpor of the fourth movement is even more strikingly conveyed
than in Argerich’s wonderfully responsive performance with Capuçon et
al. The Intermezzo was a particular highlight of the Hamelin/Takács
performance but this new performance is on a similar level. Anderszewski
and the Belcea perfectly capture the finale’s unsettling mix of
quasi-innocence and dark intensity, though if you want something
altogether more sharp-tongued, more threatening, Argerich and friends
are pretty much unbeatable.
The Third String Quartet is every bit as successful, setting off with
an almost Prokofievian sense of the dance. The absolute certainty of
ensemble is one of the joys of the Belcea, but just as important is
their fearlessness, and their reactivity, capturing the music’s
emotional shifts unerringly. How deliciously insouciant, for example,
are the last two notes of the first movement, a mood immediately
shattered by the stridently insistent motif with which the viola
launches the second movement; or the contrast between chordal writing
and poignant recitative of the fourth. The Belcea are a shade slower
than the Emerson, not only here but throughout the quartet, and it makes
for a more interesting reading; in the grimly violent third movement,
for instance, the Belcea find more grit in the mix, while the Americans
sound just a tad relentless. Shostakovich’s finale maintains the
intensity of the previous movements and the Belcea respond in kind. A
tremendous addition to the Shostakovich discography. (Harriet Smith / Gramophone)
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