Avie 
                Records 
              
Given that two of my 
                colleagues were fortunate enough to 
                receive this release around a month 
                before I did, there seems little that 
                I could add to their perceptive reviews. 
                Indeed, I could make short work of this 
                and simply echo their recommendation 
                of it, which I do. 
              
 
              
Readers of Part 1 of 
                my anniversary tribute to Enescu last 
                month will be only too aware of my views 
                on the competition faced by this recording 
                of Impressions d’enfance, which 
                perhaps explains why I jumped straight 
                to the Ravel Tzigane. 
              
 
              
Another reason was 
                my curiosity about the luthéal. 
                The history of music is littered with 
                instruments whose active lives have 
                long since ceased and now find themselves 
                consigned to museums – how wonderful 
                therefore that this one emerges to make 
                such a strong impression and fully justifying 
                the reasoning for its use. True, a large 
                part of the credit must be shared by 
                Graffin and Désert, whose partnership 
                and single vision of the work are immediately 
                apparent. But the instrument itself 
                makes just as instant a claim on the 
                ear. Had I not read the excellent note 
                on it, I would have been convinced that 
                at least four keyboard instruments, 
                though maybe not all pianos, of various 
                ages and states of repair were used. 
                Any other recording of the Tzigane 
                will seem somewhat approximate next 
                to this – it pulls you in to the gypsy-flavoured 
                world so completely, and hauntingly 
                afterwards lives on in the imagination. 
              
 
              
With Ravel’s posthumous 
                sonata, and indeed the rest of the disc, 
                we continue most definitely in the company 
                of a true violin and piano partnership. 
                Each reading is persuasive by turns 
                of its merits, large or small. The Debussy 
                tracks, his complete works for violin 
                and piano, succeed in giving an amazingly 
                broad picture within the space of a 
                mere six works. There is the sense here 
                that not a single one could be left 
                out without missing an essential aspect 
                of the composer. The placing of the 
                sonata after four shorter pieces helps 
                to ensure that these are not overshadowed 
                by the sun-dappled impression it leaves. 
                As with other Debussy tracks, ending 
                with Hartmann’s transcription of Beau 
                Soir is a gentle nod from one violinist 
                to another, and one that is not out 
                of place. 
              
 
              
So, what of the Enescu? 
                Those that have invested in the Sherban 
                Lupu (my personal favourite), Leonidas 
                Kavakos, Menuhin or Mihaela Martin can 
                still be happy with their choices. But 
                such is Enescu’s strength that yet again 
                in Graffin’s reading of the score I 
                found new things to absorb me. He gainfully 
                gets inside the idiomatic maze that 
                Enescu lays before him, takes technical 
                hurdles in his stride, and to a large 
                degree succeeds in making these delightful 
                reflections of an imaginary childhood 
                deep in Romania spring to life. Désert 
                gives her all it seems to the piano 
                part and projects it assuredly, full 
                of half colours and sonorities. 
              
 
              
If my final preference 
                is still for Sherban Lupu and Valentin 
                Gheorghiu on Electrecord, then it is 
                by a slim margin. This version nonetheless 
                does valiant service to Enescu’s cause 
                and provides rich rewards indeed, as 
                it does in respect of Ravel and Debussy. 
                The Avie success story continues apace, 
                and long may it continue. 
              
Evan Dickerson 
              
see also review 
                by Jonathan Woolf/Kevin Sutton