Bach will always be the composer most associated with 
          Glenn Gould. Whereas with other composers – Mozart and Beethoven especially 
          though not exclusively – one often perceives those notorious Gouldisms 
          as deliberate affronts, either to hierarchy or to received opinion, 
          with Bach the occasional eccentricities seem, as it were, lit from within. 
          Not that these Concerto performances embody, except perhaps for moments 
          of détaché articulation and occasional hardness of tone, 
          much that will upset - much less outrage. The D minor was Gould’s most 
          performed concerto and he’d first played it in Toronto with Sir Ernest 
          MacMillan conducting in 1955, recording it two years later in New York 
          with the Columbia Symphony under Leonard Bernstein. In his notes – common 
          to both volumes of this concerto release in the Gould Anniversary Edition 
          – Michael Stegemann considers Gould’s unremittingly perplexing attitude 
          to the role of the soloist and his moral aversion to the genre ("I 
          don’t even approve of concertos morally"- and this at a time when 
          he was recording Beethoven concertos). Furthermore his increasing enthusiasm 
          for the recording and editing process added another layer of complexity 
          to Gould’s recording patterns; editing isn’t cheap and Gould took his 
          time. 
        
 
        
In fact despite Gould’s protestations these are remarkably 
          convincing traversals. Bernstein directs a strongly etched performance 
          of the D minor, bringing characteristic weight to the strings and Gould’s 
          voicings are splendid. Golschmann by contrast is just that bit sturdier 
          (noticeable in his moulding of the allegro first movement of the A major) 
          but by contrast he is adept at unfolding, with unforced delicacy, the 
          Larghetto of the same work, lightening the string tone as he does so, 
          to which Gould responds with treasurable simplicity. They judge the 
          F minor equally well; the stern, gimlet-eyed drive of the Allegro – 
          with combustible little left hand fillips from Gould, is strongly contrasted 
          with the succeeding Largo and the almost transcendent limpidity the 
          musicians manage to evoke. 
        
 
        
In the second volume it is all Gould-Golschmann. The 
          E major opens with sprightly and avuncular drive and the Siciliano is 
          very romantically orientated, with veiled string tone especially prominent. 
          The D major BWV 1054 is probably rather better known in its violinistic 
          guise; some very audible groans from Gould here, especially in the Adagio. 
          The little – relatively speaking – G minor, which concludes the set, 
          is again a strong and robust affair. Gould is really rather too forward 
          in the balance and his articulation might be thought once or twice too 
          brittle. But Golschmann’s strings once more clothe the line with a delectable 
          romanticism. 
        
 
        
Each of the two CDs is in book format and each houses 
          performances that are lively, personalised and, more germane perhaps, 
          enjoyable. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf