by James Manheim
With his long hair and wild yet intellectual look, it's easy to see Greek violinist Leonidas Kavakos resembles Joseph Joachim, the dedicatee and premiere-giver of Johannes Brahms' Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77. It's often been said that the Brahms work is not &for the violin& but &against the violin,& and indeed its fascination resides in the way it bends the language of virtuoso display to Brahms' own compositional demands. It takes a superb talent to not only get through the notes but dominate the performance, and Kavakos does it. In the first movement he has a nifty way of dictating the transitions from the violin, and the numerous double stops and huge arpeggios with which the violin seems to try to escape the harmonic structure of the movement are invariably executed with élan. The finale sparkles with southern Europen vigor, and the venerable Gewandhaus Orchestra of Leipzig seems positively enlivened by the proceedings under the baton of Riccardo Chailly. If there's a complaint here, it's that the rest of the program does not live up to the Brahms concerto. The two Bartók Rhapsodies for violin and piano fit well enough with the four Brahms Hungarian Dances, in recital arrangements by Joachim himself, but not so well with the Brahms; the program seems to lurch from orchestral to chamber music, and from the Gewandhaus to the Berlin studio where the chamber pieces were recorded. For the Brahms concerto itself, however, the album is worth the money: the work would have filled an entire LP back in the day, and indeed Kavakos' commanding performance is reminiscent of some of the classics of that era.