The Swiss born Ernst Levy, pedagogue, composer, teacher, choirmaster, 
        writer and – not least – astonishing pianist, here receives a second volume 
        from Marston. Born in Basle he received training from Pugno and from Petri 
        – illustrious teachers – and moved to Paris as a choral conductor giving 
        the premiere of, amongst other things, Brahms’s German Requiem and Liszt’s 
        Christus. He spent nearly thirty years in the United States having escaped 
        from Paris before the Nazi onslaught. Retiring in 1966 he returned to 
        the country of his birth and lived a long and contented life there, dying 
        in 1981. 
         
        
Once more Levy’s Beethoven continues to provoke a wide 
          divergence of responses. The Appassionata is a massive and mammoth delineation 
          with huge dynamic gradients and rhythmic distensions. In the Andante 
          con moto there is a wonderfully deep sonority that activates the line 
          but also occasional holdings back and dissipation of momentum that prove 
          less convincing on second hearing. In the third movement there is an 
          admixture of deliberation and almost vicious declamation and it strikes 
          me as too fractious and devastatingly abrupt for full and proper clarity 
          of articulation – however exciting and visceral it may be. Here Levy 
          seems to sacrifice genuine internalised clarity for almost existential 
          power. Levy’s pianism, especially his Beethoven, is one bound to divide 
          opinion. He has a powerfully intellectualised vision and all the technical 
          means at his disposal to commit that vision to the listener – but within 
          it there is agogic and rhythmic licence that is equally powerfully personalized 
          and will antagonise as much as it excites and convinces. No bad thing, 
          perhaps, in Beethoven of all composers. 
        
 
        
In Op 101 a convulsive flexibility courses through 
          the Sonata with consistently enlightening results; its grandiloquent 
          conclusion is full of affirmatory and triumphant playing. Op 109 though 
          begins with a degree of rather fussy and manicured phrasing before Levy 
          digs in and generates considerable reserves of drama and colour and 
          energy – his technique is not simply robust, it’s fantastic. In the 
          Prestissimo second movement he is, following the indication, very quick 
          but inner voicings are still brought out even at this speed and control 
          is marked and triumphant. The opening movement of Op 110 is hardly Moderato, 
          cantabile molto expressivo in Levy’s hands and there is instead his 
          by now accustomed disruptive and insistent phrasing. I hesitate to call 
          this mannerism because it seems to me that that conveys entirely the 
          wrong account of the meaning behind Levy’s Beethoven playing which is 
          entirely above such point scoring or laziness of rhythmic inflection. 
          It is powerfully thought out and absolutely engaged musicianship albeit 
          of the type that will provoke considerable negative reactions as well 
          as affirmatory ones. In the slow movement of the same movement for example 
          I found his vigorous accents rather unsettling and the whole of the 
          first part of the Adagio similarly hobbled – disjunct and undercut – 
          but he certainly picks up for the Fuga which is full of expressive clarity 
          – very special playing indeed. 
        
 
        
His Haydn is romantic but not as wilful or idiosyncratic 
          as his Beethoven. The A Flat Sonata has delicious leading voices in 
          the opening movement and an elevated nobility in the second. The finale 
          points up the vivacity of Haydn’s writing. He catches the humour in 
          the B Minor but equally has the confidence and acuity in Haydn playing 
          to demonstrate true simplicity. The two final pieces are taken from 
          his rare c1929 Sonabel 78s. 
        
 
        
Volume Two lives up to the expectations generated by 
          the earlier set. Levy is technically outstanding, architecturally and 
          intellectually probing, a musician of conviction and powerfully individualized 
          responses. For people who don’t know him – and that’s most people – 
          they can now more fully become acquainted with a pianist who treats 
          Beethoven as the colossus he is. In no small measure Marston adds to 
          the merit by virtue of transfer quality and notes – in this volume a 
          joint essay by Donald Manildi and Gregor Benko and a musical discussion 
          by Frank Cooper. Responses to Levy will be definitively polarised but 
          he’s a pianist who demands to be heard. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf