Rueda has an extensive catalogue to his name, embracing all the
                expected byways and highways, ranging from solo piano to large-scale
                opera - and stops in between. This particular disc focuses on
                some of the piano works, which range from 1991 to 2005. 
                
                
Mephisto clearly evokes Liszt linguistically and it does
                so too musically. This is a daemonic opus that spends its five
                minutes in a battery of unremitting demands, all of which Ananda
                Sukarlan meets with 
sangfroid. Exciting though it is it’s
                also somewhat exhausting. The Piano Sonata No. 1, ‘Jeux
                d’eau’ is entirely different; a complete contrast.
                Written eight years earlier it offers instead Ravelian textures
                and glinting impressionistically-derived hues and colouration.
                True, there is the occasional gruff and bad-tempered chordal
                outburst but these act to break up the limpid suggestibility
                of the writing generally. The final section is more barbarically
                engaged however, scampering and explicit. 
                
                Back in 2003 Rueda wrote 
Invenciones, for children, a
                selection of which is presented. I’m not sure how many
                he has written in total - at least 29 because we get that one
                here, though it’s teasingly called 
To be continued.
                In any case Sukarlan plays nine. They’re tiny, delightful
                affairs, half a minute long, full of ‘insistent’ chords
                or lyric surprise (such as the punning 
Inner Piece [No.24]).
                Of sterner stuff is the Second Piano Sonata that follows. It’s
                very different from the 1991 sonata in its muscular trajectory
                and means, and in its absorption of non-European music - Balinese
                in this case. The notes talk of jazz influence as well but I
                can’t hear much - maybe some, half way through in its more
                staccato-obsessed moments. Textures are busy, though not unremittingly
                so, but watch out for a grandstand finish. He certainly has a
                gift for the theatrical and driving. 
                
                The final work was written in 2003, a couple of years before
                the Second Sonata; the 24 Interludes. They are 24 character studies,
                brief in the main - not one breaches three minutes - that make
                their mark with precision. They range from wistful and refractory
                to ebullient and assertive. Some are clearly song based or song
                derived, whilst others have geographical associations (Bali again,
                amongst others). We can enjoy the slow harmonic drift on the 
Canción
                de cuna or the funky Chopin-meets-Nancarrow heroics of No.10
                - called, not inappropriately, 
Chopin. Balinese music
                is evoked by treble trills, there’s elsewhere delicate
                tracery, as well as a pop song sensibility [No.20 a 
Berceuse].
                Prokofiev stalks the final one, a Toccata. Influences; Scriabin,
                Nancarrow, and Prokofiev. 
                
                Rueda’s piano works cover something of a spectrum; driving,
                pliant, terse, elliptical, embracing Bali and Scriabin, as well
                as powerhouse pianism. Sukarlan, well recorded, is equal to all
                challenges. 
                
                
Jonathan Woolf