I’d not previously 
                caught up with Ohlsson’s cycle of the 
                complete solo piano works for Arabesque. 
                Having recently heard him accompany 
                Ewa Podles on disc in Chopin songs, 
                a Warsaw recital of insight, and knowing 
                of the contralto’s famous summary dismissal 
                of accompanists (but not Ohlsson – she 
                holds him in high esteem) I was eager 
                to catch up with his younger self. 
              
 
              
He’s certainly a strong, 
                lean and technically impeccable player 
                with pronounced views. I’ve not hear 
                him in the Ballades or the Rondos since 
                – so I can’t say how or if he has altered 
                his view of them - but I can say that 
                his view of them in 1989 was entirely 
                consistent. Let me preface this by saying 
                that many will find his playing highly 
                poetic and sympathetic, that his consistently 
                slow tempos will appeal and that his 
                musical understanding is out of the 
                ordinary. Obviously though I have a 
                ‘But’. I find the elasticity of tempo 
                rubato really too excessive (not least 
                in the F minor), the slow and italicised 
                playing unsettling, some of his chording 
                (see the G minor Ballade) unconvincing, 
                and an air of stiffness of phrasing 
                that doesn’t always sound natural. Thus 
                the G minor moves from extremes of introspection 
                to cataclysmic outburst in a way that 
                stretches the piece to breaking point. 
                Similarly this fitfulness of approach 
                – or is it overplayed inhibition? – 
                afflicts parts of the F major whilst 
                the A flat major, to these ears, never 
                really gets off the ground; there’s 
                a rhythmic choppiness and an emotive 
                unreliability at its heart. And for 
                all the attractive qualities of the 
                Rondos, they too seem vitiated by tempi 
                that never cohere. It’s not simply a 
                question of slow tempos, it’s a question 
                of the tempo relationships making architectural 
                sense – and here I’m afraid they don’t. 
                Not to me. 
              
 
              
The recording quality 
                is sensitive and attractively warm though 
                there are moments when Ohlsson forces 
                through his tone and sometimes lacks 
                colour. So Ohlsson 1989 is not greatly 
                to my liking – it would be instructive 
                to hear him in these pieces on disc 
                now. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf