I reviewed 
          Zeynep Ucbasaran’s first disc, devoted to Liszt (EROICA JDT 3092) and 
          noted her musicality and her sound sense of musical structure. I felt 
          she needed to work more at textures, or rather the exact relationship 
          between the various strands of melody, counter-melody and accompaniment. 
        
 
        
Maybe after hearing herself on CD she has come to the 
          same conclusion, since in her new Schubert disc she realises the often 
          orchestral textures with a real feeling for the right balance between 
          the different elements, and maintains a limpid tone for all the long 
          singing lines. The actual sound, therefore, is always convincingly Schubertian. 
        
 
        
Her natural gifts as an interpreter extend beyond this, 
          however; she has understood that this music is orchestral in its conception 
          and has therefore to be played with the same sort of ongoing rhythm 
          that an orchestra provides in a symphony. It has to be pointed out that 
          solo pianists and chamber/orchestral musicians tend to have rather different 
          concepts of rhythm (in a third category come certain singers who seem 
          to have no rhythm at all and suppose the pianist will cope somehow or 
          other …). Since the solo pianist plays alone he is free to stretch the 
          rhythms in the interests of expression; free, but not necessarily right. 
          In the case of a composer who was primarily a pianist, such as Chopin, 
          Liszt, Rachmaninov or Scriabin, it is arguable that the music has an 
          inbuilt need for this type of "soloist’s licence" (but it 
          is also arguable that this should not be taken too far). But when the 
          pianist is working with others then a collective "orchestral rhythm" 
          prevails, an even pacing which can be departed from only by prior agreement 
          or if commanded by a conductor (although chamber groups which work together 
          regularly develop their own collective rhythmic sense). So when the 
          composer is not a solo pianist he is inclined, even when writing for 
          solo piano, to create a type of music which demands "orchestral 
          rhythm". This is absolutely the case with Schubert, whose piano 
          sonatas, which already stretch the "heavenly lengths" to unprecedented 
          extremes, can fall apart if the performer has not grasped that his task 
          is to set up a rhythmic pulse at the beginning which will carry the 
          music inexorably onward. 
        
 
        
Compared with interpreters of the "stop-go" 
          school, Ucbasaran might seem to be hardly interpreting at all; in each 
          of the four movements of the mighty A major sonata she establishes a 
          tempo which allows the music to expand and express itself simply and 
          strongly; nothing is exaggerated or pulled out of shape. I would single 
          out the finale in particular as a piece of supremely musical playing; 
          it just flows naturally from her fingers. 
        
 
        
I shall now turn myself into a Beckmesser and call 
          attention to a few details which have to be counted against the general 
          excellence. First of all, Ucbasaran has a slight tendency (studio nerves, 
          perhaps?) to tighten the tempi in difficult moments. It would be an 
          exaggeration to say she rushes but one has the uncomfortable feeling 
          that she may be about to do so. Then the music settles down again (bb. 
          107-111 of the first movement, for example). 
        
 
        
Then there is the differentiation between staccato 
          and portato. When a group of notes carries both the staccato 
          dot on each note and also has an overall legato slur, this does 
          not mean a crisp staccato but portato; the notes are left 
          long and separated by means of a caressing wrist movement which is far 
          easier to demonstrate than to describe on paper. We do not hear the 
          change from one to the other between bb. 53 and 54 of the first movement 
          and while Ucbasaran realises that smart staccatos would be horrible 
          in b. 56 and rightly lengthens the notes, she inconsistently gives us 
          smart staccatos in bb. 79-81. 
        
 
        
While the Andantino second movement is poignantly sung, 
          and suitably dramatic in the middle section, there remains the fact 
          that the lower bass notes on the first beat of every bar on the first 
          page and the last two are marked staccato and Ucbasaran allows 
          them to reverberate by means of the pedal right through the bar. Really 
          I should have thought this music would sound even more bleakly poignant 
          without any pedal at all; if a touch is required it should be limited 
          to the second quaver of the bar. 
        
 
        
However, enough niggling. This is a finely conceived, 
          thoroughly Schubertian-sounding performance which rises to an exceptionally 
          good finale, and the "Wanderer" is perhaps finer still. I 
          did not enjoy Brendel’s Vox performance when I reviewed it fairly recently, 
          finding it aggressive and indulgent. If you didn’t agree you may find 
          Ucbasaran bland. Personally I rejoice in a performance where the "interpreter" 
          seems to stand aside and let the music take over. From the first bars 
          I felt I could trust the player to deliver the goods and my only slight 
          reservation is that the rhythms in the third movement were sometimes 
          not quite crisp enough. Otherwise a very fine performance indeed. 
        
 
        
The recording is rich and full-toned and, as in her 
          Liszt album, Ucbasaran provides notes that are clear and go straight 
          to the point. In an age where you can easily pass for an "original" 
          interpreter by disrupting the musical line and bringing out "different" 
          inner voices, I can only salute pure musicianship such as Ucbasaran’s 
          which puts itself at the service of the composer; this is the sort of 
          art which is likely to grow while other supposed phenomena blaze and 
          fall by the wayside. I suspect we will gradually hear more and more 
          from this pianist. 
        
 
        
Christopher Howell