There are some old friends of mine here – principally 
          the Chopin – from an Opal double-LP album. Opal, as Pearl’s historical 
          records were then called, believed in "straight" transfers 
          with no noise reduction. Ward Marston, who is responsible for the Naxos 
          series, has no truck with Cedar processing or the like, but he evidently 
          believes that surface hiss can be reduced to less obtrusive levels without 
          undue impairment of the sound. There is certainly a lot less surface 
          here and the piano sound is mellower, which might be considered a synonym 
          for "muffled". I wouldn’t make much of this since I was too 
          engrossed in the performances to worry until I came to the end and made 
          a few comparisons. I do however find just that little more presence 
          in the Opal sound (though I do not know if those transfers are available 
          on CD, and with what results). 
        
 
        
Until Rubinstein recorded his first set of the complete 
          Mazurkas in 1939-40, Friedman’s four 78s, all present here, were the 
          most comprehensive selection from a single artist. The Rubinstein set 
          is already available on Naxos and has been reviewed by me, as have been 
          notable sets by Nina Milkina and Joyce Hatto. If you hop back and forth 
          between Friedman and any one of these three, you will probably get a 
          heart attack and will certainly miss the point of what Friedman is doing. 
          It is true that, looked at coldly with a score in front of one, he can 
          seem pretty much a law unto himself. Dynamics are upgraded and downgraded 
          at will, bass notes are thickened. He can sometimes surge forward so 
          impetuously that it’s difficult to be sure if he has played all the 
          notes. He inserts expressive commas here and there and the mazurkas’ 
          rhythms can sometimes lead to such a separation between the second and 
          third beat that every bar seems to have a hiccough in the middle of 
          it. But then close your eyes and just listen to how the music speaks, 
          how one moment it dances gracefully, how the next it evokes peasant 
          instruments, and how it then speaks of infinite melancholy. The sounds 
          and sensations of Chopin’s loving evocations of his homeland are uniquely 
          realised. Note, too, how he takes a little-known Polonaise (not included 
          by Rubinstein in his "complete" Polonaise recordings) and 
          makes it blossom into a thing of real beauty. A little voice inside 
          me says it ought to be possible to realise them while remaining close 
          to the letter of the score, but the fact is that no-one has done so. 
          Basically, I am in favour of a "purist", non-interventionist 
          style of musical interpretation, but there are a few artists whose sheer 
          creativity makes me wonder if I haven’t been getting it wrong all these 
          years, and Friedman is chief among them. 
        
 
        
Though the Chopin is the thing here the four arrangements 
          which open the disc are well worth having, full of elegance, charm and 
          some wonderful examples of Friedman’s light and even fingerwork. With 
          an informative note by Jonathan Summers this is an essential item in 
          any Chopin collection, and it is completed by the opening of a broadcast 
          talk Friedman gave in New Zealand, cut off, alas, just as he is getting 
          into his stride. 
        
 
        
Christopher Howell