Even though the BBC Archives have released some rare 
          live Moiseiwitsch – concerto performances, principally from the Proms 
          – it remains true to say that little live recital material from his 
          later years has survived. Arbiter here collates performances from his 
          world tours – New York in 1958 and again in 1960 and from 1954 from 
          Australia, New Zealand or South Africa (the exact location is in doubt). 
          Best of all of course would be to find recitals from his golden years 
          but in the absence of such we must be grateful for what we do have and 
          that the sonic problems have been so well overcome here. 
        
 
        
The problems, intermittent though they are, are not 
          confined to the source material alone because Moiseiwitsch was no longer 
          quite the impeccable technician and stylist of old. His technique had 
          taken a buffeting during the War years when incessant travelling across 
          the British Isles had taken its toll (and recordings at around the end 
          of the War tend to document the fact) but it recovered over the next 
          few years. But even though Moiseiwitsch was now only in his mid to late 
          sixties the worn technique does make itself apparent in numerous ways 
          – a considerable number of finger slips, faults of chording and co-ordination 
          and the lengthening shadows of incipient old age generally pursue his 
          playing. Nevertheless much of the nobility and colouristic beauty remains 
          for this to be an important release and if you can look past – and hear 
          past – the imperfections you can still find a great deal to admire and 
          cherish. 
        
 
        
The Chopin Ballade in F starts beautifully but there 
          are some very uncomfortable moments along the way, technical splashes 
          of which some are, frankly, major. From the same 1960 New York recital 
          comes the B flat major Scherzo and this shows a distinct improvement 
          in his technical resources – it’s far from note perfect but seems more 
          agile and determined with much better co-ordination between the hands 
          and very impressively characterised. The B flat major Prelude has some 
          fine – though inconsistently fine – things in it. The Bach-Liszt Organ 
          fantasie is notable of course for the first named because Moiseiwitsch 
          was certainly not noted for his Bach, at least on record. But this is 
          a very fine performance, one dropout excepted (it doesn’t last long) 
          along with some wow on the tape, with the pianist strong and commanding, 
          his voicings in the Fugue so subtle and restrained that one cranes to 
          hear them. I would characterise the performance of the Chopin-Liszt 
          "My Joys" as the carapace of a great performance because the 
          finger slips do tend to sabotage it as a reading. The Wagner-Liszt Tannhäuser 
          was always one of his most intoxicatingly magnificent performances (the 
          1938 HMV set is ever present on my turntable). He is still grand, noble 
          and still commands something of the leonine "three handed" 
          drama of it, with something of the sonorous drama of old, even if he 
          is no longer the technically eloquent stylist of old and the climax 
          doesn’t blaze as it once did. Nor is the Stravinsky quite the little 
          marvel he once made of it. The disc concludes with an amusing and avuncular 
          chat between two colleagues, Moiseiwitsch and Abram Chasins, on the 
          subject of Rachmaninov. 
        
 
        
So in conclusion a disc that, for all the digital flaws, 
          brings rare and important late Moiseiwitsch to a wider public. I couldn’t 
          recommend it to those who have yet to experience his art – they would 
          find it compromised – and to those for whom Moiseiwitsch is still one 
          of the supreme musicians I would counsel intelligent detachment; in 
          that spirit one can still appreciate much about his outstanding musicianship. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf