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Bax:
Third and Fourth Piano Sonatas, Water Music, Winter Waters, A
Country-Tune, O dame get up and bake your pies.
Ashley
Wass (piano).
Naxos
8.557592.
Review
by Graham Parlett
The
first CD in Ashley Wass’s cycle of Bax’s complete piano music
was issued in September 2004 and received very favourable reviews.
The qualities displayed there — his rock-solid technique, his
control of tone and expressive nuance, and his close attention to
detail — are also to be found in this second issue, which I
imagine will be as well received.
Bax
completed his Third Sonata on
23 November 1926
, and in a letter to
the pianist John Simons he remarked that ‘[it] gave me a lot of
trouble . . . and as always when work does not come easily I always
felt doubtful about it’. There have been four previous recordings,
from Iris Loveridge and Frank Merrick (mono LPs), Eric Parkin (LP,
cassette and CD), and Marie-Catherine Girod (CD). In preparing this
review, I listened to all five recordings in succession and came to
the conclusion that Loveridge’s and Wass’s were the best played.
Reviewing the first volume in this series I noted that Wass tends to
take broad tempi, and this is also the case in the first movement of
No.3. Comparative timings are interesting here: Loveridge is the
briskest at
10:11
, Parkin has
10:26
,
Merrick
10:58, and Girod
10:59. Wass, in contrast, takes nearly four minutes longer than
Loveridge in this movement, and yet I found on balance that I
enjoyed their two completely different interpretations the most. Why
this should be is difficult to say, but perhaps it is because
neither performance is merely routine. In general I disapprove of
slow tempos in Bax, and I was initially bothered by Wass’s slow
speed in the opening Allegro
moderato; but he makes up for this in the expressiveness of his
playing and his ability to mould a phrase in such a way that you
feel as if you are hearing it for the first time. Attention to
detail is soon illustrated in the first line of the second page of
the score, where the poco
marcato instruction in the left hand is followed precisely. The Andante
con moto passage starting around 4:21 (p.8 of the score) is
again slower than in Loveridge’s recording, and maybe not really
‘con moto’, but again Wass brings a warmth and expressiveness
that is very attractive, and Bax would undoubtedly have approved of
Wass’s liberal use of the pedal, since he is known to have had a
fondness for it himself. The Lento
lontano at
7:53
(p.10) sounds to me
more like an Adagio, but
the concentrated stillness is such that I found myself hanging on
every note, waiting for the next one. The final pages are well done,
and the very last, clinching chord deep in the bass is attacked with
real ferocity.
Wass’s
performance of the dream-like second movement is, in my opinion, the
best that has so far been issued (I have not heard the forthcoming
one from Michael Endres), despite the curious misreading of a note
(E for E flat) in the seventh bar and elsewhere. It is difficult to
image the beautiful, chorale-like passage starting at
4:18
(p.20) being better
played, though Loveridge is also very good here. Wass plays it quite
simply, without any exaggerated expressiveness and then builds it up
to a powerful climax. The quiet ending again has an extraordinary
concentration, and I am glad that Wass refrains from spreading the
widely-spaced minim (half-note) chords near the end (at
9:29
, third line of p.25);
other pianists arpeggiate some of them (
Merrick
’s are especially
clunky and wooden), and this spoils the rapt effect. Incidentally,
Bax’s manuscript, which is in the British Library, reveals that
this movement originally contained more material than in the
published version. The passage before the chorale was longer, and
the chorale itself originally had triplet semiquaver figurations
high up in the right hand; the composer (thank heaven!) thought
better of this idea and crossed them through.
In
the third movement it is Loveridge who strikes me as being the most
successful in generating a sense of onward-going, toccata-like
motion; she almost makes the music sound like Prokofiev in places.
The other pianists all tend to make small, unmarked rallentandos and accellerandos,
whereas she sweeps on without pause. Wass’s performance of this
movement is certainly not as coldly efficient as Iris Loveridge’s.
He puts more expression into it and there is sometimes a loss of
momentum, though it starts well enough at a very fast tempo.
Interesting to note that he plays an F natural in bar 6 of p.29,
whereas in all the other recordings the pianist plays an F sharp, as
in the surrounding bars. F sharp sounds
right, but certainly no sharp sign is marked here either in the
manuscript (in the British Library) or in the printed score; so,
unless Bax was just being careless, Wass may well be correct in
playing a natural. I do feel that the Moderato
molto espressivo middle section is too slow (Parkin is
surprisingly good here), but the transition to the tempo (and
material) of the opening movement on the last page is excellent, and
the desolate ending most effective. Viewing it as a whole, I have no
doubt that this is the most interesting and characterful recording
of the Third Sonata to have come my way since Iris Loveridge’s LP
was issued in 1964. As I have mentioned, they are quite different
readings but each pianist brings something to the music that is
absent from the three other recordings.
The
Fourth Sonata (1932) is the only one not dedicated to Harriet Cohen;
it bears instead an inscription to the 26-year-old Irish pianist
Charles Lynch, whom Bax described as ‘a very curious character’
with little sense of time and place. (Professor Aloys Fleischmann
once told me that Lynch never shaved himself but took himself off to
the barber every morning. On his death, in 1984, Lynch was buried
behind Bax’s grave in St Finbarr’s Cemetery,
Cork
, near to the graves of
Aloys Fleischmann, Snr., and his wife, Tilly.) The Fourth Sonata is
one of Bax’s most succinct and straightforward large-scale works
(the so-called ‘second subject’ of the first movement is even in
the dominant), and the piano textures too are among the sparsest he
ever wrote. My favourite performance of the work is that of John
McCabe, who recorded it for broadcasting in November 1982, though
unfortunately he never recorded it commercially (except for the slow
movement on a long-deleted Decca LP).
From
the very start of this new performance, it is clear that Ashley Wass
has decidedly individual views on the piece, and I have certainly
never heard the opening theme in the bass played so mischievously;
for the first time I noticed a resemblance to the buffoonish tune of
Grotesque from Bax’s
Four Pieces for flute and piano. He relaxes a little where
appropriate but maintains a good sense of momentum throughout the
movement. The Allegretto quasi
Andante is said to have been one of Bax’s favourites among his
own works, and Wass plays it most expressively. The rondo-like third
movement contains some of Bax’s most dissonant piano writing;
there are certainly more intervals of the seventh than in any of his
other pieces. Again, Ashley Wass is fully up to the music’s
demands and he brings a wonderful joie de vivre to its closing
pages.
The
four short pieces that complete the disc are well contrasted. Water
Music is a straight transcription of the ‘Dance of
Motherhood’ movement from Bax’s incidental music to the play The
Truth about the Russian Dancers (1920). Loveridge, Hatto and
Parkin all recorded it, but Wass’s performance is the best of the
lot. The opening has a wonderful stillness, and Wass refrains from
trying to inflate its modest pretensions. Winter
Waters is one of the stormiest of Bax’s piano miniatures, and
Wass clearly revels in its rugged contours and dramatic atmosphere,
producing a performance that will be hard to beat. Next we have A
Country-Tune, a fresh-air kind of piece, with what Peter J.
Pirie thought was an allusion to Vaughan Williams. It is perhaps a
little on the short side: I always feel that the fast middle section
could have profited by an extra few bars, but I thoroughly enjoyed
Wass performance. Finally, one of Bax’s last piano pieces: the
trifling set of miniature variations on a North Country Christmas
carol, O dame get up and bake your pies, which is dispatched here with
gusto.
The
recorded sound on this CD is very good indeed, and there are the
usual informative notes from Lewis Foreman. I can strongly recommend
this latest issue, with its individual and thought-provoking
performances, and look forward to the next volume in the series,
which will contain more of Bax’s shorter works for piano.
Review
by Christopher Webber
For
many, Bax's 3rd Piano Sonata is firm favourite of his four. It
would also seem the toughest nut to crack. Unlike the first two it
uses the three-movement form Bax took for his symphonies, and like
them it covers an impressive range. Blending its storm-tossed
vigour and rapt dream-poetry has proved a challenge for
interpreters on disc. Frank Merrick's bumpy traversal has plenty
of energy but little subtlety. The headstrong Marie-Catherine
Girod goes for poetry at the expense of structural cogency, whilst
Eric Parkin sounds so stretched by the technical challenges that
he conveys little of either. The least unsatisfying version has
long been Iris Loveridge's Lyrita LP (nla). Her undemonstrative
reading, captured in murky mono, has thus far come closest to
conveying the full potential of this demanding piece.
Alas,
the 3rd Sonata proves a Becher's Brook for Ashley Wass just as
surely as it did for most of his predecessors. Given his
impressive technique and musicality this ought to have been a
winner. Certainly we get to hear felicitous detail aplenty, and
the
Naxos
recording quality is in a league of its own. Yet there's a
disconcerting lack of vigour, a concern for textural clarity at
the expense of the sweeping, passionate drama of the whole.
Implausibly relaxed tempi are partly to blame; Bax's minatory
opening is marked allegro moderato, but Wass sluggishly
approximates the moderato whilst ignoring the allegro. Yet
laid-back speeds are only the half of it, for the slow movement
remains as resolutely earthbound. The last movement begins with a
welcome urgency, but momentum soon evaporates; nor is there any
sense of homecoming in the over-decorous return of that first
movement allegro moderato for the coda.
The
final impression is of a diligent read-through. Bafflingly so,
given the pianist's earlier success with the first two sonatas.
Perhaps his consistent misreading of an E flat as E natural in the
flowing cantabile melody of the slow movement gives the clue to a
deeper problem. In souring the sweetness Wass provides a typically
Epicurean touch, undercutting Bax's bold simplicity and
complicating his precise sound world. Something of the same thing
can be felt later on, when the lovely "Irish chorale" at
the heart of the movement is played more for clinical detachment
than human warmth. Altogether there's too little engagement and
too much cautious calculation. The result is an inert, soft-focus
display that avoids Bax's rocks and shoals at the expense of the
voyage itself.
The
remainder is close to the level of the pianist's excellent first
Bax CD. Although Water Music suffers some of the same lack of
tension, Wass' turbid Winter Waters swirl and eddy most
graphically, and the two minor pieces are crisply dispatched. The
classically restrained 4th Sonata is lighter and less complex than
its predecessor, and Wass succeeds well in putting across its
burly humour as well as the distilled warmth of the central idyll,
with its insistently chiming G sharp. Nor here is there any
hanging around, least of all in the well-sustained, genuine
allegro of the closing toccata. Though Wass at last lets rip to
brilliant effect at the climactic allegro maestoso, again his
performance is more laid-back than the benchmark Loveridge; though
this time it works very well indeed. I expected a lot from this
CD, and the clean-winded 4th does much to redeem it. The recording
is bass-heavy but clear throughout, Lewis Foreman's notes are
impeccable, Wass' technical control likewise. All the more
frustrating that his 3rd Sonata is, at least to my ears, such a
disappointment.
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