Although there are 
                  some formidable pianists represented in the catalogue in this 
                  repertoire, it’s pretty fair to say that Alicia de Larrocha 
                  has reigned supreme in these works for nearly half a century. 
                  Indeed, she has recorded the main works, Goyescas and 
                  Iberia at least three times, and they have been a mainstay 
                  of her concert life from a very early age. 
                This GROC reissue 
                  represents her first traversal of these wonderfully evocative 
                  pieces, taped in Spain by Hispavox in the early 1960s. To many 
                  collectors, de Larrocha will be her own fiercest rival, mainly 
                  with her later Decca version, made around 1976 and competitively 
                  packaged as a budget Double Decca. The comparison between the 
                  two is fascinating and could present some difficult decision-making 
                  among collectors wanting to investigate this endlessly rewarding 
                  music.
                In Los requiebros, 
                  the opening piece in Goyescas, de Larrocha displays 
                  her flair for the dance-oriented rhythms that underpin so much 
                  of this music. But what sets her playing apart from the crowd 
                  is the ease and complete naturalness of her rubato, those 
                  little pulls and pushes of the rhythmic undercurrent that sound 
                  so easy and spontaneous. It’s no surprise to read in confirmed 
                  de Larrocha fan Bryce Morrison’s enthusiastic liner-note, that 
                  one of her early idols was Artur Rubinstein, particularly his 
                  Chopin. Some of that same conversation-like flexibility of tempo 
                  and rubato is evident here. Her pedalling is also very 
                  special, so that even the stormiest passages and thorniest textures 
                  are never muddied. The bell-like passage in the coda of Goyescas’s 
                  longest, darkest piece El amor y la muerte (Love and 
                  death) is exquisitely handled, the sheer intensity of the playing 
                  almost unbearable. The sense of relief that follows in the lighter 
                  El Pelele, another Rubinstein encore favourite, is almost 
                  palpable, Larrocha revelling in the musical imagery of the straw 
                  man being tossed in the blanket.
                Iberia shows 
                  us another side of the Spanish temperament, this time the Andalucian 
                  inspiration tinged throughout with Lisztian bravura. Ernest 
                  Newman rated these pieces as highly as anything in the repertoire 
                  and would surely have loved Larrocha’s command of the ebb and 
                  flow as well as the truly frightening demands made on the pianist 
                  by Albeniz, himself a keyboard virtuoso. The sultry nocturne 
                  that opens the set, Evocación, is memorable for her control 
                  of the inner voices and one can only marvel how easy she makes 
                  it all sound. The glorious little pasodoble number Triana, 
                  with its almost Petrushka-like tonalities and mock guitar 
                  strumming, is a delight. She also voices the ambiguous chords 
                  of Lavapiés in such a way that makes Messiaen’s enthusiasm 
                  for this music so understandable.
                This is all musicianship 
                  and pianism of an exalted nature, what pianophile Bryce Morrison 
                  calls playing of ‘unforgettable swagger, assurance and seduction’. 
                  She is on record as stating disarmingly ‘When I’m gone, my only 
                  wish is that people will have had some enjoyment from my work’. 
                  On the strength of this one set alone, she need have no fear 
                  of ever being forgotten.
                
              I suppose the dilemma 
                of her two sets could be best summed up thus: the later Decca 
                is, predictably, better recorded but has playing of marginally 
                less fire and spontaneity, this earlier EMI has patchy audio quality, 
                with plenty of hiss and a slightly harder piano tone but unrivalled 
                virtuosity and colour. Indeed, hearing the young de Larrocha on 
                such barnstorming form is truly thrilling, so much so that audio 
                considerations really do pale into insignificance. The Decca ‘twofer’ 
                is around half the price of the EMI, at least at a couple of internet 
                sites I visited, so does make exceptional value, but the playing 
                of the fiery young Spaniard in the early 1960s is something very 
                special and is self-recommending.
                Tony Haywood