Joyce Hatto’s Chopin 
                solo series just gets better and better. 
                The third volume takes in the Scherzos 
                and the F minor Fantasy as well as the 
                A minor Bolero. All are played with 
                the kind of poetic touch that admirers 
                have long found in her playing – and 
                none is compromised by any kind of routine 
                or exaggeration. It’s difficult to talk 
                of naturalness of phrasing and evenness 
                of production allied to a singing rounded 
                tone without lapsing into meaningless 
                superlatives – but it really is so. 
              
 
              
Her B minor Scherzo 
                is delightfully sculpted and manages 
                to weld expressive contours together 
                firmly but pliantly. If your Gold Standard 
                here is Rubinstein you will find Hatto 
                consistently slower than his 1959 set 
                and it’s maybe only here that I missed 
                his weight of incision especially as 
                regards the slower section. But how 
                well – how very well – she catches and 
                characterises the B flat minor – where 
                the stormy petrel is balanced by the 
                quizzical glance and the lyrical bloom 
                and all are judiciously weighted by 
                Hatto. She uses quite an elastic rubato 
                in this Scherzo but her tone here is 
                really beautiful, the touch soft and 
                yet febrile, the grandeur brought out 
                with oratorical flourish. 
              
 
              
The C sharp minor features 
                more exceptional playing – such assurance 
                and clarity of passagework and no technical 
                hindrances between conception and execution 
                – or none at least that are allowed 
                to communicate themselves to the listener. 
                The Fantasy shows once again what a 
                sage and unflashy musician she is – 
                and one who never descends to the level 
                of Chopin clinicians who simply reel 
                off notes by the yard. Phrases arch, 
                paragraphs mould and the tone is unfailingly 
                warm. The Bolero is a very pleasant 
                piece to hear in the context – lively 
                with full weight of rhythm. 
              
 
              
Sound quality is remarkably 
                consistent across the three recording 
                dates, though the location remains the 
                accustomed Cambridge studio. Most impressive. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                
              
              
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