Exact contemporaries, Noel Mewton-Wood and William 
          Kapell shared a grim connection. They both died at thirty-one, in 1953, 
          Kapell in a plane crash, Newton-Wood by his own hand. Melbourne-born 
          Mewton-Wood’s talent was spotted early. He made his concert debut at 
          twelve, was heard by Wilhelm Backhaus, then on an Australian tour, and 
          was soon studying piano at the Royal Academy of Music with fellow Australian 
          Max Pirani and composition with Frank Bridge. He also attended Schnabel’s 
          master classes near Lake Como. His London debut came at Queen’s Hall, 
          conducted by Beecham. He was still only seventeen. 
        
 
        
He premiered the revised version of Britten’s Piano 
          Concerto in 1946 and regularly performed with Bliss, Britten and Pears, 
          as well as Tippett. His embrace of the gargantuan Busoni Concerto was 
          no less remarkable and a recording exists of his performance, again 
          with Beecham, with the BBC Symphony Orchestra in January 1948. Hindemith 
          was yet another fervent admirer of a pianist who consumed the contemporary 
          literature with as much enthusiasm as the Romantic. This three CD set 
          comes from ABC in its Australian Heritage series and spans the range 
          of his tragically short career. In addition Dante have released a number 
          of his recordings – the Chopin Concertos, none on ABC, are to be found 
          on Dante HPC105, the Fourth Beethoven coupled with an excellent Schumann 
          Concerto is on HPC106, and a Dante Double contains all three Tchaikovsky 
          Concertos. The Weber sonatas are on Pearl and doubtless other things 
          have been reissued. But much of his slender discography is now once 
          more available and we have a renewed opportunity to survey it and consider 
          his abiding legacy. 
        
 
        
The Beethoven Concerto might, given his studies in 
          Switzerland, be assumed to be firmly in the Schnabelian mould. He is 
          certainly trenchant in his attacks, with an air of internal drama heightened 
          by considerable reserves of technique and engagement. As elsewhere in 
          these often-revelatory discs he can sometimes seem almost too involved, 
          sometimes forcing his tone, especially in climactic passages. But these 
          are passing details – sensitivity allied to intensity was his imperishable 
          virtue. Goehr is an entirely sympathetic conductor, as he is elsewhere, 
          though the orchestra is rather subfusc – winds very forward in the balance 
          and not always attractive and strings that can sound more than a little 
          scrawny. But the conception as a whole is entirely winning. Maybe there 
          is a little retarded rhythm at 10’01 but it is of a piece with the performance 
          of the movement as a whole. The slow movement is inward at a slow tempo; 
          weight of piano tone judged perfectly whereas the finale is vivacious, 
          life-affirming with some turbulent playing toward the end of the movement. 
          The performance as a whole sounds much as it should – as an involved 
          argument revealed through struggle. 
        
 
        
Mewton-Wood’s earliest discs were made for Decca on 
          18 February 1941. The chosen piece, Beethoven’s Sonata No. 8, was made 
          when he was 18 and violin partner Ida Haendel 13. They never performed 
          together on the concert stage but only in the studio. Firstly it must 
          be said that excessive filtering has been applied to these wartime Deccas. 
          Notoriously noisy though these discs can be, far too much treble has 
          been cut and the result is something of a trial to listen to – Dutton 
          has shown how it is often possible to deal sympathetically with Deccas 
          of this vintage without the severe frequency losses entailed here. As 
          for the performance, even given the youth of the performers and the 
          rather mercurial nature of the partnership (they’d never met before) 
          it’s still a disappointing performance. There is a thoughtless, relentless 
          quality to the first movement and whilst there are nice touches – some 
          rather smeary ones too from Haendel in the slow movement – it’s a spirited 
          teenage performance but really not much more. In the slightly later 
          recorded Albeniz, which made up the final side of the Beethoven, there 
          are some decidedly "noises off" bowing moments from Haendel. 
          Of exceptional interest are the two Liszt Petrarch Sonnets as they come 
          from what is believed to be Mewton-Wood’s last BBC recital. Pianist 
          Geoffrey Tozer makes the point, quoted in the booklet notes, that these 
          are vehement to the point of combustibility. They are, it’s true, radically 
          complex and spontaneous and a remarkable survival. 
        
 
        
CD2 contains the Tchaikovsky Concerto No. 2, Shostakovich 
          No. 1 and Schumann’s Kinderszenen. He recorded all three Tchaikovsky 
          Piano Concertos but this is possibly the pick of them. In Siloti’s well-known 
          edition this is a tour de force, a veritable arsenal of pianistic brilliance. 
          There’s great delicacy amid the bravura, deep reserves, yet again, of 
          technical prowess and some coruscating passagework in the first movement. 
          The sound is now considerably improved than on its original appearance, 
          though the orchestra, led by Peter Rybar - whose violin solos are musicianly 
          but thin of tone – is conscientious but hardly of comparable luxuriance 
          to the soloist. It’s a disappointing feature of his concerto recordings, 
          disappointing but hardly fatal, that he worked with rather provincial 
          orchestras, albeit with the estimable Walter Goehr in charge. Nevertheless 
          there is some truly magnificent playing from Mewton-Wood and this is 
          one of the highlights of the entire set. He, together with the athletic 
          and formidable trumpeter Harry Sevenstern, makes an adroit match in 
          the Shostakovich, a performance that really takes off. They are spikier, 
          stronger and more dramatic than the otherwise attractive pairing of 
          Eileen Joyce, the Hallé and Leslie Heward. With Goehr once again 
          in charge the performance has real élan. Mewton-Wood had recorded 
          Schumann’s Etudes Symphoniques for Decca in 1948/49 (released on Decca 
          AK 2361/3). In about 1950 he was privately recorded playing Kinderszenen. 
          The sleeve notes show the four record labels – Joint Broadcasting Committee 
          discs numbered NPH 260-263. He never recorded the piece commercially 
          and so, as with the Petrarch Sonnets, this is something of a coup. It’s 
          a fast performance, sometimes disconcertingly so, but not unfeeling. 
          He rushes Traümerei somewhat and here, as elsewhere on these fascinating 
          discs, whilst he tries to create a structural unity of the work there 
          are moments where his phrasing can be a little plain and also a little 
          cursory. 
        
 
        
The final CD features Busoni’s magnificent Second Violin 
          Sonata. The violinist is the eminent Max Rostal and the performance 
          dates from 1952, the year before the pianist’s death, and was issued 
          on the Westminster and Argo labels. Rostal was a fellow Decca recorder 
          – he and Franz Osborn had recorded some Beethoven Sonatas for the company 
          and would, in truth, have been a far more obvious candidate for the 
          Eighth Sonata than Haendel, as would incidentally either Sammons or 
          Grinke, also contracted to Decca at the time, had maturity and experience 
          been the criteria. He and Mewton-Wood make an impressive but not unassailable 
          case for the work. The pianist is in tremendous form, his intellectual 
          capacities for assimilating new scores probably as advanced as his violinist 
          colleague’s but with a technique palpably superior. There are distinct 
          intonational worries with Rostal and his occasionally thin and parched 
          tone can grate, especially in the first two movements. He comes into 
          rather better form, thankfully, in the last, a profound 26-minute meditation, 
          in which Mewton-Wood displays convincing control of architecture, magnificent 
          depth of tonal variety and excellent co-ordination with his partner. 
          The variations in the final movement with their fugal entries and the 
          succeeding restatement of the Bach Chorale Wie wohl ist mir, O Freund 
          der Seele are all judged with unerring rightness by the pianist 
          who supports Rostal’s increasingly successful playing with forceful 
          sensitivity. The final two pieces are undisputed classics of the gramophone, 
          Tippett’s Boyhood’s End and The Heart’s Assurance in 
          which the pianist accompanies Peter Pears, recordings also dating from 
          1952. Britten had played at the premiere of the former and Pears commissioned 
          the latter. By this time Mewton-Wood often replaced an increasingly 
          busy Britten as Pears’ accompanist. These world premiere recordings 
          were made for Argo and are as profoundly shot through with insight and 
          understanding as the day they were made. The co-ordination between Pears 
          and Mewton-Wood, physically uneasy because of the cramped and unusual 
          recording location, is unrivalled and the pianism is almost intuitively 
          alert to the melismatic writing in Boyhood’s End as it is to 
          the perhaps greater challenge, interpretively and mechanically, of The 
          Heart’s Assurance. 
         
        
 
         
        
These are very special discs. They enshrine a great 
          talent cut down in early manhood whose achievements were obvious but 
          whose greater future was lost to us. ABC’s booklet is packed with biographical 
          information, to much of which I’m indebted, and also some evocative 
          photographs. The transfers have generally been effected with skill – 
          points of contention otherwise noted – and the set stands as a worthy 
          celebration of Mewton-Wood’s lasting place in recorded history. 
        
 
         
        
Jonathan Woolf 
        
         
        
 
         
        
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