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This is a Danacord 
                series that seems set fair to continue 
                just as long as the Husum Festival does. 
                And that appears in a healthy state, 
                to judge by the proliferation of artists 
                booked yearly in August, from which 
                these recordings have been extracted. 
                There’s a brief preface explaining the 
                circumstances of recording, principally 
                in reply to criticisms made of the castle 
                acoustic, and a colour photograph on 
                the back of the booklet does show the 
                intimate room with low ceiling and small 
                audience. It’s true that there is a 
                certain acoustic constriction but given 
                the eclectic nature of the programming 
                – some of these pianists really do come 
                up with some welcomingly obscure things 
                – it’s less of a concern than it would 
                be in the canonical repertoire. 
              
 
              
Man of the moment and 
                Hyperion star Jonathan Plowright kicks 
                off with Poulenc – and I wish the movements 
                of Les Soirées de Nazelles had 
                been separately banded but never mind. 
                This is cultured and imaginative playing, 
                not short on charm and power either 
                and he mines those moments of Chopinesque 
                delicacy, Schumannesque reverie, Stravinskian 
                tartness and music-hall drollery that 
                makes this so irresistible a score. 
                Maybe he’s not quite Pascal Rogé’s 
                equal in panache but at least he doesn’t 
                indulge the composer’s officially sanctioned 
                cut version as Eric Parkin did for Chandos. 
                Le Coeur sur la main is especially lyrical 
                and the ‘Handel in the Strand meets 
                Music Hall’ romp negotiated with real 
                verve. In the final stretch where Poulenc 
                asks for Follement vite Plowright 
                is certainly fast but also meticulously 
                precise over articulation. This is the 
                meatiest work on the disc. 
              
 
              
De Bréville 
                wrote his homages to fellow French composers 
                – eleven or so minutes of amusing evocation 
                of the styles of Fauré, d’Indy 
                (especially fine at his rushing drama), 
                Chausson and the composer’s own teacher 
                Franck where Marie-Catherine Girod (Bax 
                star) plays out the left hand octaves 
                with verve – and a trivially dropped 
                note or two only attests to the spontaneity 
                of the playing. Schmitt’s Waltz is pert 
                and salonesque. Arturo Sudbrack Jamardo 
                gives us some Latin American colour 
                – big applause after his Villa-Lobos 
                – and Fredrik Ullén gives us 
                a Chopinesque Stenhammar, a good Scriabin 
                and a totally unnecessary Sorabji (a 
                futile trill and tremolo study – Ullén 
                is apparently embarking on a major Sorabji 
                recording project). Andrea Bacchetti 
                gives us more Scriabin but look at the 
                headnote carefully; it’s his son, Julian, 
                by his mistress Tatyana de Schloezer. 
                These amazing pieces, so redolent of 
                his father, were written when the boy 
                was barely eleven, the same year in 
                which he drowned in the River Dnieper 
                in what are called ‘still unexplained’ 
                circumstances. Highly chromatic and 
                portentous they received their first 
                performances in 1969. Finally there 
                is Elena Kuschnerova in Glinka – powerfully 
                modulated as ever with this pianist 
                and illuminated by her characteristic 
                finesse and poetry. 
              
 
              
As followers of this 
                series will have realised by now this 
                is another in the line of ‘Best Ofs’ 
                from Husum. It’s a bit of a One-Off 
                as well and mainly for the omnivorous 
                pianophile. You know who you are. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf