Quattro Mani are new 
                to me. The duo were formed in 1989 and 
                if the quoted reviews are anything to 
                go by they have already made quite a 
                name for themselves with recordings 
                of George Crumb and Poul Ruders (both 
                for Bridge). Alice Rybak combines her 
                teaching role on the staff of the University 
                of Colorado’s Lamont School of Music 
                with that of a solo player and collaborative 
                artist. The other half of the duo, Susan 
                Grace, also combines playing and teaching 
                at Colorado College, as well as being 
                director of the annual Colorado College 
                Summer Music Festival. 
              
 
              
The festival, founded 
                in 1984, brings together established 
                artists and some of the most talented 
                young musicians from conservatories 
                and music schools in the United States 
                and abroad for a period of intensive 
                study and performance. This disc is 
                one of the products of the 2006 event. 
              
 
              
The Poulenc, composed 
                for an international festival in Venice 
                in 1932, is a characteristic mix of 
                popular music of the Parisian streets 
                and a more formal compositional style. 
                The Allegro begins with the musical 
                equivalent of a pratfall before launching 
                into a rhythmic passage for pianos and 
                orchestra. This Chaplinesque mood is 
                soon replaced by a more sober, almost 
                hypnotic, one dominated by repeated 
                piano figures and orchestral interjections. 
                There is even a hint of oriental harmonies 
                (the Balinese gamelan) before the movement 
                ends as abruptly as it began. 
              
 
              
The delicate almost 
                Mozartian introduction to the Larghetto 
                reminds us of Poulenc’s neoclassical 
                credentials but his irreverent alter 
                ego just can’t resist those cheeky, 
                dissonant harmonies. It’s a strange 
                but delectable mix and the pianists 
                bring it off rather well. The orchestral 
                playing under Scott Yoo is fine, if 
                not particularly polished, but then 
                this is Poulenc so the occasional roughness 
                is not out of place. 
              
 
              
The Allegro finale 
                takes us back to the rumbustiousness 
                of the first movement. The extrovert 
                piano writing is punctuated by raspberries 
                from the brass (Les Biches not 
                too far away, perhaps) and there are 
                some more muted jazzy piano interludes, 
                heard as if from outside a smoky café. 
                The final carillon-like piano figures 
                are rudely interrupted in mid flow by 
                a typically arbitrary orchestral outburst. 
              
 
              
The close recording 
                is not particularly detailed but it 
                does suit the percussive nature of the 
                music. The piano sound is bright, but 
                not excessively so, and the overall 
                soundstage is not very deep. This is 
                not a problem in the two French pieces 
                but it does mean that subtle orchestral 
                colours are obscured, especially in 
                the Bartók. That said the quirkiness 
                of the writing is admirably demonstrated, 
                the brass suitably raucous when required. 
              
 
              
Darius Milhaud is 
                probably best known for his ballets, 
                the surrealist, tango-inspired Le 
                Boeuf sur le Toit (1919) and the 
                jazzy La Création du Monde 
                (1923). His second concerto 
                for two pianos, percussion and orchestra, 
                was written nearly 20 years after Bartók’s 
                pivotal concerto for similar forces, 
                so one is tempted to compare the two. 
              
 
              
The first movement 
                of the Milhaud – Alerte –.is 
                certainly much closer to Bartók 
                in its percussive piano writing and 
                folk-like rhythms. The percussionists 
                underpin the brittle piano melodies 
                with their sharp interjections; this 
                is quite at odds with the more elegiac 
                second movement, Tendre et ardente, 
                where the percussive edge may not be 
                as sharp but the colliding piano phrases 
                still create an edge of their own. 
              
 
              
The piano sound is 
                rather more upfront than before (the 
                Milhaud was recorded at a later date) 
                and may be too forward for some tastes. 
                The percussionists also make their presence 
                felt but the focus is very much on the 
                extended dialogue between Rybak and 
                Grace, who play with considerable flair 
                and a real sense of rapport. 
              
 
              
The percussion takes 
                over at the start of the third movement 
                – marked Allègre – and 
                there are hints here of Milhaud’s interest 
                in the music of Brazil. That said it 
                has a distinctive flavour all of its 
                own and ends with a pile-driving coda 
                for pianos and combined percussion. 
              
 
              
The Bartók, 
                with its muted but menacing opening 
                drum rolls, is less manic, more measured, 
                than the Milhaud and Poulenc. Grace 
                and Rybak have no trouble with the music’s 
                Magyar rhythms and long crescendos and 
                they convey a real sense of excitement 
                here. By contrast the piano sound on 
                the Argerich/Freire recording with the 
                Concertgebouw under David Zinman (Philips 
                Duo 446557) is somewhat recessed but 
                what it loses in immediacy it gains 
                in subtlety. Here the astonishing range 
                of colours and textures is superbly 
                rendered by percussionists Jan Labordus 
                and Jan Pustjens. 
              
 
              
There is no doubt the 
                Bartók is the masterpiece here. 
                It is supremely assured, rigorously 
                argued. Take the spectral opening to 
                the Lento, for instance; it suggests 
                a strange half-light that simply isn’t 
                part of the language of the other works 
                on this disc. This is music of an altogether 
                darker hue (it is a wartime piece after 
                all). There is also a strong sense of 
                musical ebb and flow in this concerto 
                and conductor Scott Yoo certainly does 
                a good job of keeping the tension high. 
              
 
              
There is no lack of 
                momentum in the Allegro either, with 
                its exhilarating opening and percussion-dominated 
                climaxes. Throughout Quattro Mani play 
                with commendable power and clarity, 
                the percussionists less colourful than 
                their Concertgebouw rivals but just 
                as committed and energetic. 
              
 
              
If you want a more 
                revealing performance of the Bartók 
                you must look elsewhere, but one can’t 
                deny this is still high-voltage stuff. 
                Add the less well known Poulenc and 
                Milhaud piano duos and you have an entertaining 
                disc that should appeal to all lovers 
                of the genre. 
              
 
              
Dan Morgan  
              
 
              
 
              
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