Arnold 
                  Bax’s natural instrument was the orchestra and he wrote 
                  fluently for it – symphonies, tone poems, concertos - creating 
                  some of the most colourful works of the first forty years of 
                  the 20th century. 
                
It 
                  was really through recordings of some of the orchestral music 
                  – Vernon Handley’s Concert Artist issues of the 4th 
                  Symphony, The Tale the Pine Trees Knew and Symphonic 
                  Variations (with Joyce Hatto) and Norman Del Mar’s superb 
                  account of the 6th Symphony for Lyrita – that 
                  Bax captured the contemporary musical public in the 1960s. To 
                  be sure, Lyrita had recorded the complete piano music, and the 
                  complete cello and piano works, in mono in the 1950s but it 
                  was the opulence of the orchestral works which really rekindled 
                  – or should I say kindled? - interest in Bax’s music.
                
My 
                  first encounter with Bax’s music, in the flesh, was in St George’s 
                  Hall, Bradford – scene of so many of my earliest musical experiences 
                  – when Barbirolli conducted the Hallé 
                  Orchestra and his wife, Evelyn Rothwell, in what was, if I remember 
                  correctly, only the second performance of Barbirolli’s own transcription 
                  for oboe and string orchestra of the Oboe Quintet. This 
                  was subsequently given at the Proms and a 1968 BBC studio performance 
                  was issued on a compilation of British music conducted by Barbirolli 
                  (BBC Legends BBCL4100-2). I was bowled over and subsequently 
                  grabbed any, and all, Bax recordings I could get my hands on. 
                
I 
                  discovered most of the music on this disk on a 1973 Cabaletta 
                  LP, played by Frank Merrick and Michael Round (HRS 2004) which 
                  was the first LP, and stereo, recording of any of these pieces. 
                  Most of Bax’s works for two pianos were written for the husband 
                  and wife duo of Ethel Bartlett and Rae Robertson and they made 
                  the very first recordings of the Sonata and Hardanger 
                  (National Gramophonic Society NGS 156/158) and Moy Mell 
                  (NGS 102) - surely these recordings are prime candidates for 
                  re-issue. Next came Jeremy Brown and Seta Tanyel’s recording 
                  for Chandos (CHAN 8603) in the 1980s and now this new disk. 
                
Considering 
                  the size of the repertoire for two pianos it amazes me that 
                  these works aren’t played more often. But there are problems. 
                  The Sonata is a big, meaty work, which contains a lot 
                  of Bax’s characteristic orchestral sounds – this may sound silly 
                  but just listen to the opening of the finale: it’s straight 
                  out of the orchestral scores, especially the first two Symphonies. 
                  Until I heard this performance I was convinced that this was 
                  why the Sonata was neglected. Now I am not so sure. Such 
                  big textures can make balance a real problem, but Wass and Roscoe, 
                  helped by a crystal clear recording, make even the thickest 
                  of the Sonata’s sonorities sound quite natural, sometimes 
                  approaching transparency. There are still moments where I expect 
                  an orchestra to come crashing in, but in general I have been 
                  convinced of the validity of this music as purely piano music. 
                  The Celtic sound world of the slow movement is especially well 
                  handled. 
                
The 
                  Sonata is the biggest work here and, quite rightly, takes center-stage. 
                  What surrounds it is a mixture of the fun and the serious. 
                
In 
                  his fine notes Lewis Foreman says that this version of the Festival 
                  Overture - it also exists on a version for orchestra - reminds 
                  him of Percy Grainger at his most extrovert and, as well as 
                  this, there’s more than a touch of music hall to it. Surprisingly, 
                  the sudden intervention of a fugue only serves to heighten the 
                  spirits. It’s a fun piece, but will come as a shock to anyone 
                  who only knows the serious side to Bax. It serves as a wonderful 
                  overture to what follows. Hardanger is a splendidly joyous 
                  companion piece to the Overture, a happy romp which brings 
                  the recital to a satisfying close whilst Moy Mell, subtitled 
                  An Irish Tone-Poem, take us back to the composer’s beloved 
                  Ireland. It achieves much in its short time span, and is quite 
                  translucent in its language. 
                
The 
                  other three works are intensely serious, darkly hewn pieces, 
                  passionate and withdrawn; The Poisoned Fountain, for 
                  instance, is a strange kind of, muted, scherzo, a seascape (Bax 
                  loved his seascapes) with a darkness at its centre. 
                
              
This 
                is not a disk made for easy listening. The music is difficult, 
                with the exception of the first and last works, which are the 
                exception to the rule, and needs time for contemplation and reflection. 
                I’ve known this music for the better part of thirty five years 
                and still haven’t fully come to terms with it. But it does repay 
                study and performances of this stature will do a lot to help disseminate 
                the work to a wider audience. Take your time and there’s much 
                to admire here.
                
                Bob Briggs
                
                see also Review 
                by Dan Morgan