I’ve been a fan of Martin Jones via the Nimbus label and others 
                  for many years and, bulk for bulk, I think his numerous box 
                  sets of complete works account for the largest amount of shelf-space 
                  by any single artist in my collection. Easily matching the high 
                  standard of previous collections, this admirable release has 
                  already been described by Steve Arloff (see review). 
                  The familiar Wyastone Leys acoustic is ideal for piano, and 
                  you can sense our guide feeling entirely at home and able to 
                  give his best of this generously.
                   
                  This is the kind of music which has a feel of immediate accessibility, 
                  but which also insinuates its qualities into your consciousness 
                  the further you immerse yourself. Esplá has some of that gentle 
                  quality of his contemporary Federico Mompou, and the Spanish 
                  warmth in the music radiates from most of the pieces, with flavours 
                  from France and a variety of other influences both musical and 
                  technically pianistic are hinted at.
                   
                  Ordered chronologically, it is nice to trace Esplá’s subtle 
                  development between the earliest of pieces from 1905, to the 
                  works of the 1930s and 40s. His lyrical qualities as well as 
                  that enquiring intellect are personified in something like the 
                  little Canción de cuna or ‘Lullaby’ which is the second 
                  of the Suite de pequeñas piezas. A relaxed pastoral 
                  tune casts a pictorial spell, the harmonic interest under which 
                  lends an enigmatic feel which is developed in a central variation 
                  which has something of the atmosphere of one of Martinu’s miniatures, 
                  though you would never confuse the two composers. The Ritmos 
                  de la huerta later on in the first of the Lírica Española 
                  comes closest in this regard. Playful dances rub up against 
                  quirky evocations which suggest the kind of antique/modern syntheses 
                  Maurice Ravel was so good at, and however simple the apparent 
                  conception there are always elements in each of the miniatures 
                  on CD 1 which keep you alert and ready for teasing surprises. 
                  Esplá is relatively easy on the ear but is by no means a lazy 
                  composer: his pieces sparkle with invention and lively intellect.
                   
                  Opening CD 2, the deceptively titled Cantos de antaño, Piezas 
                  Infantiles see further sophistication, with bi-tonal elements 
                  in the opening Danza which suggest a Mediterranean 
                  Bartók. This is music in which to bathe and revel, taking in 
                  draughts of the creativity which was able to flourish before 
                  the disruptions of war. The series of Lírica Española 
                  maintain an affectionate connection with the landscapes, local 
                  features and traditional music of Spain, and Esplá’s lightness 
                  of touch delights throughout. There is feel of mystery in some 
                  of the later pieces, with some juicy dissonances in the Cadencia 
                  balear of the Lírica Española IV. The final Sonata 
                  Española Op.53 opens with one of the longest movements 
                  in the entire collection, its seriousness of intent clear from 
                  the outset. This is the only post-war work in the programme, 
                  and while Esplá’s warmth of expression is still apparent it 
                  is perhaps not impossible to trace some of the stresses of the 
                  recent global conflict, the composer still in exile in Northern 
                  Europe and no doubt longing to return to Spain.
                   
                  Two well-filled discs giving us a wealth of new and delicious 
                  music, the only real competition you will find for these recordings 
                  is a survey on the Marco Polo label played by Pedro Carboné. 
                  Strangely this only appears to have a Volume 1 and no further 
                  additions, though the playing on this CD is very fine indeed. 
                  It is also worth seeking out for the reminiscences of Óscar’s 
                  son Amparo Esplá in the booklet. Carboné is every bit as in 
                  tune with Esplá’s idiom as Jones and decently enough recorded, 
                  though the Nimbus collection is far more satisfying in terms 
                  of its programme. This is a richly rewarding release with which 
                  you can spend many a fruitful hour, and I would recommend it 
                  as highly as I would the blue waters of Alicante in October.
                   
                  Dominy Clements
                   
                
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