Interesting that the 
                Godowsky Passacaglia (on the 
                opening of Schubert’s ‘Unfinished’ Symphony) 
                comes into direct competition with a 
                recent account from the same company 
                (HNH): that of Antti Siirala on Naxos 
                8.555997. 
                The overlap continues with Morgengrüss 
                and Gute Nacht. The two discs 
                even share the same producer, Andrew 
                Walton. 
              
 
              
Comparison is fascinating. 
                For all of Siirala’s youthful potential, 
                Scherbakov gives consistently more musical 
                performances, while losing nothing in 
                virtuoso command. 
              
 
              
Where Siirala’s recital 
                led to the towering edifice of the Passacaglia, 
                Scherbakov opts to begin with this daunting 
                keyboard extravaganza. Scherbakov’s 
                ear for textural variety is one of the 
                more appealing facets of his performance 
                and helps to meld his account into a 
                convincing, and varied, whole. The opening 
                is shrouded in mystery, the progressive 
                layerings over the bass theme seeming 
                inevitable and yet magical. It is only 
                when on the odd occasion Scherbakov 
                forces his tone and starts ‘banging’ 
                (e.g. around 6’40) that the experience 
                becomes uncomfortable. The Erlkönig 
                quote (beginning at 11’10) suffers from 
                this also. 
              
 
              
The fourteen song transcriptions 
                that follow are a nicely contrasted 
                set. Any mention of this sort of repertoire 
                for this reviewer inevitably brings 
                back memories of the great Jorge Bolet, 
                whose appetite for the transcriptions 
                and paraphrases of various origins bore 
                great musical fruit. All too often I 
                wanted to hear Bolet’s humour and unending 
                technical resources in these Godowsky 
                pieces. Scherbakov’s technique, fine 
                though it is, is not infallible, as 
                his reading of ‘Ungeduld’ shows: the 
                pulse is interrupted on various occasions 
                for no good reason except for the fact 
                that he is human. 
              
 
              
However, he shows he 
                is as capable of evoking the tender 
                valediction of ‘Gute Nacht’ as he is 
                of highlighting the hesitant yet hopeful 
                spirit of ‘Morgengrüss’, where 
                Godowsky takes the Schubert original 
                and spins a line with it. 
              
 
              
His ‘Wohin?’ is watery 
                enough, but it is his final Schubert 
                Lied, ‘Litanei’, that shows his innate 
                tenderness. 
              
 
              
Two ‘encores’ round 
                off Scherbakov’s offering. The Rosamunde 
                Ballet Music begins rather heavy-handedly, 
                but progresses towards a witty conclusion; 
                the 1922 arrangement of a Moment 
                musical is better. 
              
 
              
The recording of Godowsky’s 
                output over so many volumes is, of course, 
                a highly praiseworthy activity and rest 
                assured there is nothing significant 
                here to make one regret the outlay. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke 
                 
              
See also 
                review by Paul Shoemaker