THE DAILY TELEGRAPH, 2/8/2003 --- The suggestion of something magically weightless recurred in Antje Weithaas's performance of Mozart's A major violin concerto. Some soloists give an earthy sense of the violin's physicality, of horse-hair biting or caressing the string. But not Weithaas. Her sound entrancingly pure, the bow hardly seeming to meet the string, and yet there's no lack of wit and verve in the playing. In the stamping "Turkish" episode in the finale there was a wonderful contained energy in the way she urged the pulse forward, while somehow staying firmly on the beat - another mysterious moment in a concert that was full of them.