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Musique de Chambre

Here is a 3CD album of instrumental and chamber music by the Czech-born composer variously known as Antonín Rejcha, or Anton (or Antoine) Reicha. He was born in the same year as Beethoven, and was an on-and-off friend of Ludwig's: the pair played together in an orchestra in Bonn in their late teens, and were later re-acquainted in Vienna. Unlike his his much more famous contemporary, Reicha's genius did not extend to self-promotion, and he was oftentimes content to leave his compositions unpublished. Although he won renown as a teacher and theorist in his day, posterity mostly forgot about him.

The body of work he composed for wind quintet, however, retained a measure of popularity, and prevented his name from falling into complete obscurity. There has been a small-scale revival of interest in his other music over recent decades, with the current album providing an intriguing selection of it. I love half of its contents and feel lukewarm about the remainder. The solo piano pieces on Disc 2 don't do all that much for me, and neither does the String Quartet in E major on Disc 1: a disappointment, as certain other of his earlier quartets (dating back to his time in Vienna, & not included here) are wonderful.

The String Quintet in F major on Disc 1, on the other hand, is my favourite thing on the album. Although published in the 1820s, it was written ca. 1807, not long after those earlier quartets: personally I like it every bit as much as Beethoven's music of that same period. Also from ca. 1807 is the wonderful and unusal Trio for 3 cellos which closes disc 3. Lastly, as if to prove he didn't just lose his edge with age, the other piece on the same disc, an 1824 Piano Trio in D minor, is also highly enjoyable, if less unconventional.

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