Le 
                  Flem’s piano music is imbued with the Celtic spirit he seems 
                  to have absorbed from his Breton homeland; he was born in Lezardrieux 
                  near Treguier. Bax, Moeran and Ireland - especially the first 
                  two - are closer parallels than either Ravel or Debussy although 
                  Vieux Calvaire owes something to the last two. The Celtic 
                  dreaminess in this music is offset by the Atlantic’s bardic 
                  violence and by the vigorous dances of the Breton villages. 
                  All the piano solos date from the period 1907-11. 
                This 
                  collection gathers four single movement essays with two sets 
                  of miniatures. I wondered if Le Flem would have changed the 
                  style but in fact these are more a case of an adult’s wistful 
                  musing on a distant childhood than a set for children to play. 
                  They often seem to operate at two levels: as an invocational 
                  spell and as an evocation. The mesmeric distant bells of La 
                  Chappelle from the Childhood Prayers is especially 
                  memorable. While Le Soir from Chant des genêts is 
                  just as good. Those wanting to try something similar to Ma 
                  Mère l’Oye will find these pieces rewarding. Each of the 
                  two sets ends in bluff play with the finale of the Chant 
                  recalling Bax’s Gopak.
                The 
                  three movement, thirty minute Violin Sonata was written in memory 
                  of the composer’s parents. Annick Roussin’s nasal-toned violin 
                  now joins Girod whose instrument is slightly distanced by comparison 
                  with the solos. The piano is placed to the extreme right which 
                  is mildly disorientating at first - as if the left-hand channel 
                  has died. This is a romantically dreamy subtle work in a rhapsodic 
                  heartfelt mood. The Lent (tr. 18) is an astoundingly 
                  beautiful inspiration. Just listen from 2.10 (and 4.20) onwards 
                  where Girod’s sensitively touched in ostinato prepares the ground 
                  for the whisper-subtle song spun with breathless tension by 
                  Roussin. He does something similar at the end of Par grèves 
                  from 6.30 onwards. The finale has a lively dancing air but 
                  is prone to introspection (6.00) - a mood together with a Russian 
                  accent which dominates the last few pages. This masterful work 
                  can happily join the similarly styled first violin sonatas of 
                  Dunhill, Howells, Bax and Ireland.
                Returning 
                  to the solos. Par Landes (On the Moors) a substantial 
                  piece - melancholy, heroic and sombrely optimistic - like Par 
                  Grèves (On the Shores), was written first, two years 
                  after the Sonata. It echoes with the sound of bells and the 
                  magnificence of marine landscapes - in wind, rain and sunshine. 
                  Both are dedicated to their champion of many years, the pianist 
                  Maurice Dumesnil. The other two substantial solos are from 1910 
                  the year before his symphonic poem Les Voix du Large and 
                  three years before Pour les Morts. These two works, according 
                  to Michel Fleury, are as imbued with Breton landscape as Bridge’s 
                  Enter Spring and Ireland’s Forgotten Rite and 
                  Legend are with the South Downs of England. Avril 
                  is like a meeting between John Foulds’ April-England, 
                  a chilly echo of de Falla’s Nights (not so much Spain 
                  as the Golfe du Morbihan) and as Michel Fleury points 
                  out Debussy’s L’Ile Joyeuse. There are also moments when 
                  the style relates frankly to Bax’s Second and Third piano sonatas. 
                  Vieux calvaire rises from impressionistic trills and 
                  dank introspection to a sunlit seascape glory (3.19) with great 
                  warm chords like supporting columns. 
                I 
                  cannot overstate the high quality of this music. Its appreciation 
                  is aided by Michel Fleury’s authoritative and sensitive notes. 
                  The music carries elements of the sonatas and solos of Arnold 
                  Bax and the preludes and especially the Etudes-Tableaux of 
                  Rachmaninov. If you enjoy either (or even both) then you need 
                  to get hold of this disc before it succumbs again to deletion.
                Rob Barnett