A notably successful disc. It’s timed to 
                coincide with the fiftieth anniversary of Ives’ death in 
                May 1954 and couples the kaleidoscopic and teeming Concord Sonata 
                with seventeen songs (out of 114), many set to the composer’s 
                own words. Aimard and Graham are on first-rate form throughout 
                in the songs and the French pianist bears the weight of the sonata’s 
                unremitting demands with conspicuous success, aided by the warm 
                acoustic of Vienna’s Grosser Saal. 
              Though he’s been playing the Sonata for 
                many years there is no lessening of visceral impact. Taking a 
                quartet of nineteenth century literary Americans – Emerson, 
                Hawthorne, Alcott and Thoreau – the sonata teems with transcendentalism 
                and dissonance, a galvanizing and often cripplingly difficult 
                world within a world. The sonata embeds conversational excesses, 
                popular song, hymn tunes, Ragtime, a tough swing, heroic bell 
                peals, tremendous rhythmic incision (especially in Hawthorne) 
                and moments of inscape – vistas of overwhelming realisation 
                and simplicity. These moods and reflections are presented in tumultuous 
                conjunction and the pianist must realise the variousness of the 
                Sonata with utter fidelity, a responsibility Aimard discharges 
                with fluid intelligence and unforgettable virtuosity. To cap it 
                all we have the advantage of violist Tabea Zimmermann in the optional 
                sliver that ends Emerson and flautist Emmanuel Pahud in Thoreau. 
              
              Aimard joins Susan Graham in the songs: kaleidoscopic 
                evocations, nostalgic, ironic, dramatic, theatrical and introspective. 
                They bring out the languor and then the corresponding clangour 
                of The Housatonic at Stockbridge in all its restless assertiveness. 
                They are wonderfully alive to the Edwardiana and whistling (Graham) 
                of Memories and to the bristling fun of “1,2,3”. Ives’s 
                romanticism is best explored in a setting such as Songs my mother 
                taught me and the buoyant, marching bandery and cocky revels to 
                which he was so attuned in The Circus band. In Ann Street we even 
                hear Aimard’s spoken contribution from the keyboard. Susan 
                Graham is a particularly eloquent guide to this repertoire. As 
                she showed in her Ned Rorem disc she has a beautifully modulated 
                voice and subtle inflective devices to really put across these 
                kind of songs. Here and there I found moments when I felt her 
                just slightly too artful – but they are few – and 
                she never stints their full vocabulary and largesse of feeling 
                that they engender – and inspire. 
              Jonathan Woolf