Now that Pierre-Laurent 
                Aimard is turning his attention more 
                readily to mainstream repertoire, it 
                gives us a chance to put into a wider 
                context the qualities in his playing. 
                That he is one of the modern breed of 
                ‘super-virtuosos’ there can be no doubt. 
                He positively revels in complexities, 
                eating up fistfuls of notes and spitting 
                them out with ease. With much of the 
                music he has specialised in (Ligeti, 
                Ives, Carter) that factor has been more 
                than enough to carry the day, but with 
                a piece such as Gaspard, with 
                its multi-layered pictorial evocations, 
                we obviously need more. There is so 
                much competition in this music that 
                something rather special is required, 
                and while this is extremely good, I’m 
                not sure it is lifted above the likes 
                of Argerich, Pogorelich (my favourite) 
                or Hewitt. 
              
You would think with 
                a technique like Aimard’s, that the 
                tricky shimmering ostinato that 
                opens Ondine would be perfectly 
                stable. It must be a conscious decision, 
                but it seems rather lumpy and uneven 
                to me, especially when compared to, 
                say, Jean-Yves Thibaudet on Decca, a 
                reading full of poetry and insight. 
                Maybe Aimard finds it too easy, 
                though I like his treatment of the big 
                climactic passage later on. His Gibet 
                is very steady, even slower than Pogorelich, 
                but tension is maintained through his 
                colouring of the hallucinatory harmonies 
                that surround the repeated B flat. This 
                is beautifully cool and calculated, 
                drained of excess and all the more effective 
                for it – try the passage at 2’45, truly 
                pp sans expression. Scarbo 
                brings the sort of qualities we expect 
                of Aimard to the fore, malevolence, 
                menace, daredevil virtuosity easily 
                in the Argerich mould. I still find 
                Pogorelich’s kaleidoscopic shifts in 
                colour unbeatable in this movement, 
                but Aimard is impressive and though-provoking 
                in his superb control and ice-cool detachment. 
              
Gaspard comes 
                with a very wide variety of couplings, 
                but Aimard’s Carter is as valid as any. 
                The main work is entitled Night Fantasies, 
                and is as terrifying as anything in 
                the Ravel. The composer describes it 
                as ‘a piano piece of continuously changing 
                moods, suggesting the fleeting thoughts 
                and feelings that pass through the mind 
                during a period of wakefulness at night’. 
                I suppose this gives the composer a 
                wide brief, a sort of ‘anything goes’, 
                although anyone familiar with Carter’s 
                style may know what to expect. There 
                are a lot of notes, a thorny diversity 
                of texture, an exceptionally wide-ranging 
                use of the keyboard but no melodies 
                as we know them, more a shifting series 
                of episodes explored through a diverse 
                palette of sound. It may not be to everyone’s 
                taste, but this is meat and drink to 
                Aimard, whose phenomenal grasp of Carter’s 
                complex sound-world puts him on a par 
                with those other Carter keyboard champions, 
                Charles Rosen and Ursula Oppens. The 
                two shorter works display similar tendencies, 
                though there is a cheeky, minimalist 
                charm to 90+, written for the 
                90th birthday of another 
                long-lived composer, Goffredo Petrassi. 
              
Hearing intelligent, 
                erudite musicians talk about music is 
                always worthwhile, so the bonus disc 
                is to be welcomed even if it does, understandably, 
                concentrate on the less familiar Carter 
                works. The recorded sound is a little 
                close for my taste but the instrument 
                is in good shape and is well caught 
                generally. Liner notes by modern music 
                expert Paul Griffiths are fairly short 
                but very readable. Excellent Gaspards 
                are legion in the catalogue, but if 
                you fancy the offbeat coupling, don’t 
                hesitate. 
              
Tony Haywood