This disc contains very fine performances indeed of Debussy’s 
                  late sonatas, but technical faults render it impossible to recommend 
                  without serious reservations. Two seconds of “dead” 
                  silence have been inserted at two separate points between movements 
                  that are meant to be linked, between the two “Danses” 
                  for harp and strings and, less troubling, between the middle 
                  and final movements of the Cello Sonata. As to the booklet, 
                  apart from the odd translated word or phrase here and there, 
                  its contents are accessible only to those who read French. Recording 
                  details are not given, but the Indésens website tells 
                  us that the sessions took place in 1997. (Most of the performers 
                  were at or near the beginning of their careers when the disc 
                  was originally issued on the Calliope label.) The “Danses” 
                  are accompanied by the string ensemble La Follia, but no conductor 
                  is named. On the other hand, a second pianist, Jean Koerner, 
                  appears in the list of performers, but with no indication of 
                  the pieces in which he plays. His name does not appear in the 
                  disc details on the Indésens website, but YouTube carries 
                  a recording of him playing the Debussy Rhapsody, with Guy Dangain, 
                  the clarinettist on this disc, apparently recorded in 1981. 
                  It is a great pity that such fine performances are carried on 
                  a product so carelessly prepared. 
                    
                  The three sonatas were all composed in the final years of Debussy’s 
                  life - the Violin Sonata was his last completed work - and were 
                  part of a projected set of six left unfinished at the composer’s 
                  death. The Cello Sonata receives an excellent performance here. 
                  Jérôme Pernoo is a fine cellist with a nice singing 
                  tone and plenty of technical skill at his command. It would 
                  be idle to pretend that he has the commanding presence of Rostropovich, 
                  lacking something of the intensity and imagination of that astonishing 
                  player. I think we can be pretty sure that he is accompanied 
                  by Elizabeth Rigollet, and she is very accomplished indeed, 
                  but she cannot rival the extraordinary insight of Benjamin Britten 
                  in that same legendary Decca performance. The present reading 
                  is perfectly satisfying on its own terms, however, though it 
                  is a pity that the cellist’s efforts are too often scuppered 
                  by an unfavourable balance between the two instruments, a problem 
                  particularly troublesome in the finale. 
                    
                  The performance of the Sonata for Flute, Viola and Harp is one 
                  of the finest I have heard. The players choose a dangerously 
                  slow principal tempo for the first movement, but such is their 
                  concentration that it is brilliantly sustained. They are scrupulous 
                  in their respect of the composer’s markings, with nothing 
                  added, no attempt to make more - or less - of the music than 
                  it is. Is there any music more fragile than this? “Musicien 
                  Français” Debussy proudly proclaimed on the title 
                  page of these sonatas, and the combination of fragility - which 
                  has nothing to do with weakness - and indefinable Frenchness 
                  is exactly what comes out in this performance. The recording 
                  is very close, so close that it might have been difficult for 
                  the players to create the right atmosphere of intimacy, whereas, 
                  in fact, they triumph. 
                    
                  The performance of the Violin Sonata is just as satisfying. 
                  There is a certain robustness about this work, even some high 
                  spirits, that set it apart from the other two, but there is 
                  an underlying melancholy too. (Elsa Siffert’s reference, 
                  in her booklet essay, to Shostakovich, of all people, is puzzling.) 
                  It is tempting to hear a valedictory mood in all three of these 
                  works, but only the sonata for violin was composed after it 
                  became clear that Debussy would not recover from the cancer 
                  from which he was suffering. His last appearance in public was 
                  to accompany Gaston Poulet in a performance of this work. It 
                  is, perhaps, not quite so unified as the other two sonatas, 
                  with not quite the same clarity of vision, but this is to make 
                  judgement on an astonishing masterpiece, as all three are without 
                  doubt amongst the finest works the composer produced, the purity 
                  of his art distilled to perfection. Again, these performers 
                  have perfectly understood and assimilated both the letter and 
                  the spirit of the work. 
                    
                  Since my student days I have frequently returned, and always 
                  with the greatest pleasure, to a series of French performances 
                  of these masterpieces on Philips, with Grumiaux and Gendron 
                  in the violin and cello works. I never expected to hear performances 
                  that rivalled them, but these performances by a later generation 
                  of French musicians can be recommended wholeheartedly. The rest 
                  of the programme is minor Debussy, but minor Debussy is major 
                  almost anybody else, and the performances of these other works 
                  are fully worthy of their astonishing composer. 
                    
                  William Hedley