This may strike you 
                as a slightly odd thing to do, coupling 
                two solo sonatas with a selection of 
                duets and in the process stretching 
                things onto two discs. Well, if you’re 
                a fan of the artists you’ll be glad 
                to know that it’s a ‘two-for-one’ package, 
                and in superb sound. As for the thinking 
                behind the programme, I can only assume 
                that the key of A major (and its relations) 
                is the unifying factor. Whatever the 
                case, Pires has done this sort of thing 
                before and made it work, as in her coupling 
                of the Chopin 24 Preludes and the Piano 
                Concerto No.2. 
              
 
              
I’ve already mentioned 
                the piano sound, which is exceptional, 
                because it does have a bearing on the 
                type of listening involvement you will 
                have. The Yamaha grand is regulated 
                and tuned to perfection, itself a pleasure, 
                and is recorded very warmly and quite 
                closely. This makes for an intensely 
                intimate experience, as if the piano 
                is in your front room and the recital 
                is for your benefit. This is fine for 
                some of the music, which is indeed reflective, 
                soul-searching stuff, but it does mean 
                another, grander dimension is sometimes 
                missing. 
              
 
              
Take the finest of 
                the duets, the great Fantasie in 
                F minor. The famous slow tread that 
                opens the piece is suitably world-weary, 
                emerging from the speakers with an uncanny 
                realism. But later, when the fireworks 
                really get going, I preferred the grander, 
                more epic playing of Lupu and Perahia, 
                whose live Snape Maltings version has 
                long been a benchmark with critics. 
                Maybe it’s the tangible audience presence 
                that lifts the performers, but there 
                is definitely an air of danger, an edge-of-the-seat 
                tension that is lacking for me in this 
                latest version. The playing is immensely 
                cultured, but does not take wing as 
                in the Sony version, staying resolutely 
                earthbound. This may suit some listeners 
                as a fine for a ‘library’ recording, 
                but Lupu and Perahia involve one even 
                more in the big moments (like the later 
                fugue) while missing none of the hushed 
                mystery. 
              
 
              
The other two duets 
                do not approach the Fantasie for greatness, 
                but are very well done here, even though 
                it could be argued they are more fun 
                to play than listen to. 
              
 
              
The two solo sonatas 
                are shared between the two pianists, 
                Pires taking the A major, D.664 
                and Castro the A minor. I have 
                to say I preferred Castro’s overall 
                playing. D.784 is one of Schubert’s 
                bleakest utterances, the opening unison 
                melody achingly pregnant with tragedy. 
                Castro captures this to perfection, 
                his pianissimo touch a joy to hear. 
                He doesn’t perhaps command as much attention 
                as, say, Andras Schiff (Decca) in the 
                bold dotted figure (especially in octaves) 
                that dominates so much of this first 
                movement. Likewise, Schiff has more 
                abandon in the finale, but Castro is 
                beautifully poetic in the slow movement, 
                the piano once again caught with amazing 
                reality. 
              
 
              
Pires’s D.664 
                is slightly disappointing, at least 
                on initial acquaintance. She adopts 
                a very flowing tempo, so the famous 
                singing melody of the first movement 
                moves along at quite a lick. This is 
                not in itself a problem, until you hear 
                how Schiff phrases the tune, allowing 
                for the contours and letting it breathe. 
                Pires also has a rather mannered way 
                with the stormy rising octaves in the 
                development section, holding the first 
                of the run slightly longer, in a tenuto 
                fashion. This is irritating on repeated 
                hearings, especially when you compare 
                it to Schiff’s abandoned bravura. The 
                sparkling finale is well done, but overall 
                there is nothing that raises this version 
                above those by rivals in more economical 
                sets. 
              
 
              
Don’t expect your knowledge 
                of Schubert’s piano style to be advanced 
                by the booklet note. Pires has always 
                enjoyed commissioning something different, 
                but this time she’s gone surely too 
                far. In an essay entitled ‘Resonance 
                of the Original’, we get the musings 
                not of a music critic, but of a psychoanalyst. 
                Thus we get treated to such gems as 
                ‘…a primary sensitivity which would 
                be doomed to the fatal lacerations of 
                intensity in all its implacability…’ 
                and ‘...woven like a fine existential 
                skin which can quicken only by being 
                enfolded in a sound-space, experienced 
                as a "merging dyad"’. Priceless. 
              
 
              
There are certainly 
                things to enjoy here – the artists are 
                too good for there not to be. But given 
                the quirkiness of the programming and 
                packaging, I simply can’t imagine buyers 
                being tempted away from much safer recommendations. 
                Lupu and Perahia are on mid-price Sony 
                (coupled with the Mozart Sonata in 
                D for 2 Pianos, equally enthralling) 
                and there is any number of combinations 
                for the two solo sonatas. 
              
Tony Haywood