We’ve come across Vadim Gluzman’s cheeky smile in 
                  a highly regarded recording of the Bruch Violin Concerto 
                  (see review), and now here is a solo disc which combines 
                  two partitas by J.S. Bach with works by Eugène Ysaÿe, 
                  and Lera Auerbach’s par.ti.ta, composed especially 
                  for Vadim Gluzman. 
                    
                  With Bach there are always an almost infinite number of ways 
                  to approach a performance, and having plucked Isabelle Faust’s 
                  Harmonia Mundi recording of these two Partitas plus the Sonata 
                  BWV 1005, HMC 902059, I find myself reluctant to pick over 
                  comparative merits. Faust is a little more playful and lighter 
                  in touch with the dance movements though Gluzman is by no means 
                  heavy, while both she and Gluzman take on early-music style 
                  in employing vibrato as ornament rather than a constant feature 
                  of tone. We might as well dive straight for the famous and glorious 
                  Chaconne with which the Partita BWV 1004 concludes. 
                  Gluzman’s performance has a superb sense of shape and 
                  development, and a natural and easy instinct for phrasing and 
                  breathing in a movement in which there are no rests. Colour 
                  and contrast serve to distinguish between sections, and while 
                  there is drama and jaw-dropping technique there is also always 
                  maximum control and a feeling that we are as close as we can 
                  be to what Bach would have wanted. This is one movement in which 
                  I can safely say I prefer Gluzman to Faust, who serves up mildly 
                  sour intonation in the first few minutes, something from which 
                  I find it hard to recover no matter how wonderful her playing 
                  can be later on. Gluzman is terrific in the stunning variations 
                  before the major modulation, opening the door quietly and cautiously 
                  into that garden of brighter colours and leading us past its 
                  fragrant blooms with measured care, allowing their presence 
                  to take full effect. The central measures of this section is 
                  like Mussorgsky’s Great Gate of Kiev, just before 
                  we find ourselves dropping, via a delicate transition, back 
                  into the minor-key abyss. 
                    
                  I was privileged to be in the audience at Lera Auerbach’s 
                  Russian Requiem in Tallinn at the Nargen Festival in 
                  2009, and so her emphatically passionate sound-world is not 
                  entirely foreign territory. Her par.ti.ta is one of the 
                  results of a long-term collaboration with Vadim Gluzman, and 
                  as the work’s dedicatee puts it, this “is an incredible 
                  work, projecting Lera’s lifelong fascination with Bach.” 
                  There are ‘traces and echoes’ of Bach throughout 
                  the piece, with a relationship ‘more on a subconscious 
                  level’ than in terms of using direct quotes, though identifiable 
                  moments can be found. Exploring the outer extremes of the violin’s 
                  range and the performer’s technique, this is much more 
                  than a flamboyant showpiece, with masses of intriguing material, 
                  the technical effects always in place to serve an expressive 
                  point. There is a Schnittke-like feel to the dramatic repetitions 
                  of the seventh Adagio tragico movement, and the mood 
                  in general cannot really be taken as anything other than serious 
                  and movingly melancholy as well as excitingly dramatic at times. 
                  Bach’s more jocular side is less commonly apparent, though 
                  the lighter Andantino scherzando earlier on does balance 
                  things a little. 
                    
                  Eugène Ysaÿe’s Sonata in A minor has 
                  been chosen for its parallels with Bach’s Partita No.3, 
                  and Gluzman gives a stunning performance of one of the sternest 
                  tests in the violin repertoire. Comparing this to Henning Kraggerud’s 
                  Simax SACD (see review) is another thankless task, as both are so very good. Gluzman 
                  is more extravagantly flamboyant in the first movement, digging 
                  out tremendous amounts of detail and character in a performance 
                  which is scary in its directness. The following Malinconia 
                  is deeply moving, though a little more swiftly forward in pace 
                  than Kraggerud’s. Gluzman’s deeper, darker toned 
                  instrument works superbly in the two-part counterpoint of this 
                  beautiful movement. Gluzman is eloquent and elegant in the third 
                  movement, his pizzicati full-toned, the searching melodic progressions 
                  questioning and questing. I love Kraggerud’s spreading 
                  of those pizzicato chords in the opening of this movement, but 
                  Gluzman’s accented touch works as well. Les Furies 
                  is every bit the stunning finale you would hope for. 
                    
                  This is a superbly prepared programme and recorded in stunning 
                  SACD sound within which Gluzman moves about a bit, but in this 
                  regard taking nothing away from your being able to close your 
                  eyes and imagine him swaying expressively in front of you with 
                  startling sonic clarity. The Sendesaal acoustic is richly resonant, 
                  and with both detail and atmosphere this is a recital of masterpieces 
                  performed by a master craftsman, and one to relish. 
                    
                  Dominy Clements