
                Tall Poppies is an Australian label, devoted principally to 
                the work of musicians from that continent. Roy Howat is Scottish, 
                married to the Australian composer, Wendy Hiscocks, and spends 
                a significant amount of time in Australia teaching, lecturing 
                and playing. Tall Poppies embarked on this project because they 
                considered that Howat’s Debussy was so different to any they had 
                heard before and ‘fit into what [they] consider an Australian 
                ethos of performance, which is sort of an antipodean view of the 
                world which sometimes brings new insights into European classical 
                music.’ He is an outstanding pianist, and it is exciting to have 
                his four volume Debussy series now complete. 
              
 
              
Howat is not only a fine pianist; he is also 
                a considerable Debussy scholar, having contributed a book to the 
                literature – Debussy in Proportion – plus numerous articles. 
                He is also an editor of the Paris-based Complete Debussy Edition, 
                so he is truly immersed in this music. The result is that 
                his playing has a tangible sense of authority, easily sensed from 
                the very first track of each CD. 
              
 
              
He has also contributed the exemplary and extensive 
                booklet notes, and it is gratifying to see research and performance 
                interacting in such a creative and intelligent way. One specific 
                example; Howat has noted from Debussy’s own piano roll performance 
                (and other sources) that part of the famous prelude La cathédrale 
                engloutie is printed in note-values of twice the intended 
                duration, and has adapted his performance accordingly. This interests 
                me, in that I had always felt that this piece, wonderful though 
                it is, dwarfed the other preludes, being more than twice the length 
                of most of them, and, listening to Howat's reading, it makes perfect 
                musical sense to do as he has done. 
              
 
              
A characteristic of Debussy’s that comes over 
                surprisingly strongly in this set is his humour. It’s there not 
                only in such obviously comical numbers such as Général 
                Lavine – excentrique, or Hommage à S.Pickwick esq., 
                P.P.M.P.C, but also, more subtly, in the allusions to other 
                music, such as Handel, Bach and Daquin, all hinted at in quick 
                succession in the finale of Pour le piano. Titles are often 
                deliciously witty too; the lovely La plus que lent, almost 
                impossible to translate, but meaning something like ‘The slowest 
                of them all’ was a wry comment on the fashion for very slow waltzes; 
                while the romantic sounding Les soirs illuminés par 
                l’ardeur du charbon – ‘Evenings lit up by the glowing of coal’ 
                - despite being a quotation from Baudelaire, simply reflects the 
                fact that, in the bitterly cold, war-torn Paris winter of 1917, 
                Debussy received a welcome delivery of coal from a local merchant, 
                then wrote the work as a ‘thank-you’. 
              
 
              
That piece, receiving its first ever recording, 
                is just one of the numerous rarities which are liberally sprinkled 
                amongst the more famous works. Some are of little consequence, 
                but some are well worth hearing. Vol.2, for example, contains 
                the extraordinary Berceuse héroïque of 1914, 
                a powerful and gloomy work, written in the very early days of 
                the Great War. It has a subtly understated march-like tread, ad 
                its progress is marked by disembodied fanfares. That is followed 
                by the Page d’album, donated to support the work of an 
                organisation called Le vêtement du blessé (The 
                dressing of the wounded), which Howat describes as ‘an exquisite 
                little waltz’, and an interesting Elégie. This would 
                make a good one for a ‘blind’ listening session with friends. 
                The name of George Gershwin is sure to come up much sooner than 
                Debussy’s, as it’s full of lovely jazzy ‘squelches’, and the sort 
                of textures Gershwin employed so effectively in his Preludes. 
              
 
              
Volume 1 contains the two sets of Images, 
                between which are the two books of Etudes, plus an 
                Etude retrouvée, another of Howat’s discoveries. 
                The first series of Images is arguably where Debussy emerged 
                in his full greatness as a composer for the piano, and the first 
                movement, Reflets dans l’eau, immediately makes manifest 
                Howat’s qualities as a pianist. Here are brilliance and technical 
                bravado in generous measure, but also the greatest sensitivity 
                to the voicing of the music, meaning that there is a transparency 
                to his playing that allows one to hear everything with the greatest 
                clarity. Far from losing the sense of mystery, this actually enhances 
                it, and I don’t remember this music ever sounding more ravishingly 
                beautiful. The central Hommage à Rameau, a delicately 
                sad sarabande, has great dignity and restraint, while the pulsating 
                final Mouvement is powerfully motoric. 
              
 
              
Then comes the first book of Etudes, in 
                which Debussy, like Chopin before him, uses technical issues as 
                a ‘camouflage’ for intensely poetic music. Here, as in the second 
                book, Howat is an ideal interpreter, making no concessions to 
                the often acute difficulties of the music, yet catching the character 
                of each piece superbly. There isn’t the space to go through all 
                of these; to take one example almost at random, listen to track 
                6, Pour les quartes (‘For fourths’), in which little bursts 
                of pentatonic orientalism alternate with darker, whole-tone sounds, 
                building up an incredibly rich and allusive tonal picture. And 
                all this so as to practise those nice smooth 4ths! The disc ends 
                with the second series of Images. Here again, Howat is 
                immensely disciplined, so that the precise imagery of the first 
                movement, the wonderful Cloches à travers les feuilles 
                (‘Bells across the leaves’) is etched out clearly, with no 
                blurring of the rhythmic outlines. In his notes, Howat reminds 
                us of Debussy’s insistence, no doubt with errant pianists in mind, 
                that his music must be played "exactly in time". 
              
 
              
Volume 2 features Book 2 of the Préludes, 
                the early Images oubliées, and the three short 
                ‘war effort’ pieces described earlier. It concludes with an ‘unofficial’ 
                suite, the ‘2nd Suite Bergamasque’ whose inclusion 
                in this form Howat justifies by explaining how the three pieces 
                contained within it were undoubtedly intended as a triptych, even 
                though they were never published as such. It’s a fascinating story, 
                far too long to recount here, but quite convincing given the circumstances, 
                and totally born out by the musical result. The final piece is 
                L’isle joyeuse – ‘Island of joy’, a semi-autobiographical 
                reference to Jersey, where Debussy had eloped with his mistress 
                Emma Bardac . This is surely one of the composer’s high 
                points, a thrilling tour de force. Howat flings himself 
                at this piece in an uninhibited way that captures the spirit of 
                a live performance, building through the final sequence of key-changes 
                to a climax which is only equalled in the composer’s music – not 
                surpassed – by the ending of La Mer. This is inspired, 
                seat-gripping stuff. The Préludes receive equally 
                splendid treatment, with Howat excelling in the rustling textures 
                of Feuilles mortes (‘Dead leaves’) and, at the other extreme, 
                the jagged explosions of Feux d’artifices (‘Fireworks’). 
              
 
              
Volume 3 contains the Estampes, the first 
                book of Préludes, the suite Pour le piano, 
                and a number of shorter pieces. These are Les soirs illuminés 
                par l’ardeur du charbon described above; the tiny Morceau 
                de concert; the delightful ragtime Le petit Nigar; 
                the witty trifle Hommage à Haydn, in 
                which the eponymous composer’s name is ‘spelt out’ in the musical 
                notation, and, concluding the disc, the wonderful La plus que 
                lente. The Préludes are given performances 
                as imaginative as those of Book 2 on the previous disc, with 
                tempi that are often surprising on first hearing, but which always 
                make perfect expressive sense. The first one, Danseuses de 
                Delphes, is a perfect example – just a shade more flowing 
                than usual so that the music does indeed dance, with the sustaining 
                pedal used sparingly. 
              
 
              
Volume 4 contains some of those early pieces 
                which, perversely, sustain Debussy’s popular reputation; the Arabesques, 
                the Suite bergamasque (which of course contains Claire 
                de lune), and THAT Rêverie! Howat plays all of 
                these, as well as the delightful Children’s Corner, as 
                though they’d never been recorded before, and they do indeed come 
                up sounding quite fresh - though I confess I don’t much care for 
                Howat’s over-emphatic articulation of the triplets in the first 
                Arabesque. 
              
 
              
This is a truly distinguished set of Debussy 
                recordings, worthy, in my view, to take their place amongst the 
                very finest on disc. Not only do they throw much new light on 
                very celebrated music, they also contain much which is hard to 
                find recorded anywhere else. Above all, there is sensitivity and 
                vibrant imagination, allied to a transcendental technique always 
                at the service of the music. The recording is so good that I didn’t 
                even notice it – believe me, that is a sincere compliment, particularly 
                where piano recordings are concerned! These discs are yet another 
                indication of the great music-making with which Australia abounds 
                these days. 
              
Gwyn Parry-Jones