Concert Artist now has two competing versions 
                of the Transcendental Etudes in its catalogue. They’ve only recently 
                released a recording made by Sergio Fiorentino in 1955 with patching 
                sessions made a decade or so later and never previously reissued. 
                Joyce Hatto recorded her set in 1990 and some sessions followed, 
                as with Fiorentino about ten years later. The edits, such as there 
                may have been, aren’t noticeable and the sound quality is natural 
                and without any glamorous cushion around it. 
              
 
              
Hatto shares some of Fiorentino’s qualities as 
                a Lisztian of distinction. Her technique is formidable, her command 
                powerful, her feeling and sensitivity acute. She is not as inclined 
                to sculpt great dynamic gradients, as was the Italian, but her 
                musicianship here is certainly without empty bombast and mechanisms 
                for display. In the light of these competing versions and also 
                my own professed admiration for Fiorentino’s performance it seems 
                not inappropriate to contrast the two musicians’ approaches. In 
                the A minor Molto Vivace [No. 2] Fiorentino is more obviously 
                capricious and darting, his rubati more pronounced - his treble 
                rings out and he launches into the martellato episodes with drama. 
                Hatto doesn’t indulge the dynamic range quite so vividly though 
                her sense of architectural cohesion is splendid, her sense of 
                propriety and scale unflinching. In Paysage she is lyrical 
                and sensitive. She doesn’t summon up quite the sense of place 
                and of atmosphere that Fiorentino does; she is, and this can stand 
                as a definition of their respective accounts, more clear-eyed 
                than he. But she does bring out the ominous tied bass rather more 
                than Fiorentino. Mazeppa was a highlight of the Fiorentino 
                recording – virtuosity and pliancy in excellent balance and a 
                real sense of wit. True to her precepts Hatto’s virtuosity is 
                not in doubt but she doesn’t drive into the double note ascending 
                run with quite the command of Fiorentino. 
              
 
              
I greatly admired her Feux Follets; 
                there’s an abundance of acute dynamics, evenness of runs, 
                scampering virtuoso pianism, effective pointing and an intense 
                awareness of rhythmic displacements. In Vision the two 
                views diverge. Hatto’s arpeggios and her conception are of great 
                nobility and heroism. Fiorentino is more concerned with tonal 
                shading and incipient tragedy. Hatto seems to me to sustain the 
                melody better through the span, Fiorentino starting rather more 
                slowly, the line being fractionally splintered as a consequence. 
                By contrast it’s Fiorentino who mines the heroic in Eroica 
                whilst Hatto exploits little agogics in the score to hint at the 
                wit within. Hatto is admirable in Wilde Jagd – she is subtle, 
                bold, building to the climaxes with inexorable logic and clarity, 
                using plenty of unsplintered chordal power. She draws out the 
                middle voices with great skill and imaginative clarity. Ricordanza 
                is wistful and romantic, with great subtlety of pedal. Hatto 
                possesses a sense of motion here that co-exists with rousing drama 
                and a truly glittering treble. The F minor Allegro agitato 
                molto sees Hatto’s precision and clarity paying dividends 
                – but Fiorentino is here galvanic and forceful, shaping the music 
                with irresistible drama and a tremendous sense of the cresting 
                rise and fall of the line, by the side of which Hatto can sometimes 
                sound just a mite literal. In Harmonies du soir she is 
                intimate and brings out the idyllic bell chimes well. If Fiorentino 
                is more lyrical, Hatto breathes in a fresh air landscape; healthy, 
                robust with a ringing grandeur to it. Chasse-neige, the 
                desolate conclusion to the set brings from Fiorentino a sometimes 
                cataclysmic terror limited only by the mid-1950s sound. Joyce 
                Hatto is not quite as free and impulsive, the chromatic flurries 
                are good but the fabric of the music could be even more dramatic, 
                the insistence more palpable. In the end she has to cede to Fiorentino 
                in matters of desolation and passionate conviction. 
              
 
              
It has been a most worthwhile process charting 
                the perceptions of these two fine pianists in the Etudes. Fiorentino 
                seems to me more comprehensively and unsettlingly to explore their 
                breadth but Joyce Hatto lacks little in concentration and understanding. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
              
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