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Earl Wild made a number 
                of recordings for Reader’s Digest over 
                the years and two are herewith returned 
                to the catalogue courtesy of Ivory Classics 
                (the Medtner is not from the same source). 
                The Mussorgsky was recorded in London 
                in 1966 and the Tchaikovsky a decade 
                later in New York – with the Medtner 
                Improvisation dating from 1969. Taking 
                Pictures first one must accede 
                to Wild’s sometimes ripely romantic 
                profile - there are moments when he 
                bolsters the score with touches of his 
                own – but also probably capitulate to 
                his leonine pianism. The opening Promenade 
                shows his rich and poetic tonal reserves 
                – no hardening yet with grandly flourishing 
                bass line. His Gnomus is properly malign, 
                the Old Castle measured and Tuileries 
                rippling delicately. His Bydlo is very 
                quick and somewhat unvaried but The 
                Market Place at Limoges has all the 
                drive and verve one could want – as 
                well as some breathtaking dynamic variations 
                at speed. His Baba-Yaga is finely chiselled 
                and rhythmically controlled and in the 
                Great Gate he prefers a gradual screwing 
                up of tension to intense and overwhelming 
                drama. Some personalised touches here 
                apart this is colourful and consonantly 
                invigorating pianism. 
              
 
              
The Seasons is intriguing 
                coupling and receives a reading of great 
                verve and élan. He takes quite 
                a few relatively briskly – but as February 
                demonstrates he has each movement under 
                great control. May (Starlit Nights) 
                is especially rich in sonorous depth 
                and expressive nuance, Wild’s touch 
                of memorable depth, whilst he brings 
                grace and sheer charm to the Chopinesque 
                Barcarolle of June. He hardly stints 
                the compressed grandeur either, proving 
                himself to be grandly seigniorial in 
                the Hunt of September. The programme 
                is completed by a superfine Medtner 
                – note how deliciously he exploits the 
                pesante moments. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf