Louis Couperin’s small corpus of surviving works is 
          contained in two anthologies of his music grouped together in keys. 
          Each of the groupings begins with a Prelude - some of the more extensive 
          preludes have an independent place in the anthologies. As harpsichordist 
          Glen Wilson writes in his notes the idea that these are in any real 
          sense "suites" is an anachronism. The dance movements that 
          became codified in later generations were as yet unordered in Couperin’s 
          day, the player being free to select from the various available movements. 
        
 
        
Glen Wilson plays a copy of a 1628 Ruckers, recorded 
          in the Schutt-Bau in Hofheim-Rügheim, Lower Franconia. He has also, 
          I notice, edited the Sixteen Préludes non mesurés 
          for Breitkopf & Härtel and plays here with imaginative flair 
          and a real insight into the notorious problem of Couperin’s free rhythm 
          Preludes, the most concentratedly problematical aspect of his compositions. 
          With its spatial and lateral depth the Prelude in D, with its listless, 
          almost proto-romantic freedom could otherwise buckle into formlessness. 
          Wilson however without stressing the metrical aspect keeps tension through 
          control whilst giving free rein to the profoundly expressive material 
          (notated in whole notes without barlines). Admirable as well is the 
          complex seriousness he evokes in the Allemande in D and the acerbically 
          dramatic Gigue in the same set. He gives real rhythmic life to the Prelude 
          after Froberger and in the Prelude in F major he finds a 
          just balance between sternness and affection. There is even greater 
          gravity and weight in the Tombeau de M de Blancrocher, 
          in F major, which Wilson plays with eloquent beauty, with its baleful 
          bass interruptions giving notice of the saturnine and invincible forces 
          ranged against life and an occasional obsessive concentration on its 
          material. 
        
 
        
Wilson is fine in the Courante - one of the pieces 
          in G minor – where he galvanizes the rhythm whilst the right hand voicings, 
          full of grandeur and nobility, course through the splendid Passacaille 
          and sounding Handelian avant la lettre. The freedom encouraged by the 
          preludes – for example the rather shorter one in C – is not, in Wilson’s 
          hands, at the expense of rhythmic rectitude. Stylish gravity is mined 
          in that set’s Courante and the crossed hands Courante that follows, 
          with its rhythmic pitfalls and delicate filigree is negotiated with 
          panache. It’s clear that Wilson doesn’t abjure dynamic variance – listen 
          to the shadings in the Rigaudon and Double and his F sharp minor Prelude 
          is freighted with tangible depth. The long Prelude (Toccade) in D minor 
          illustrates flexibility of metre and a potentially discursive freedom 
          without ever losing shape. This most enjoyable recital ends with the 
          directness and simplicity of the Galliarde – an affirmative and joyful 
          way to bid adieu to Couperin and to Glen Wilson and this enterprisingly 
          sensitive disc. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf