I suspect that much 
                of Zemlinsky’s piano music will be unfamiliar 
                even to the more assiduous cultivators 
                of the fin de siècle Viennese 
                muse. It’s hard to think that anyone 
                hearing his Op.1 Ländliche Tänze 
                would possibly guess its composer from 
                the enjoyable, through impossibly derivative, 
                hints of mid-century worthies of the 
                pantheon. This was his first piece accorded 
                an opus number and dates from 1891. 
                The results are certainly pianistic 
                but the obvious echoes of Chopin in 
                the second and of Schumann in the third 
                show Zemlinsky trying on cloaks rather 
                than cutting some of his own cloth. 
                The salon certainly called in these 
                early works, though there’s lyric ease 
                in the fifth dance, a big, bold Brahmsian 
                nudge in the sixth and some attractive 
                metrical games in the tenth. 
              
 
              
That he could spin 
                an affecting melodic line should come 
                as no surprise of course. He does it 
                with the simplest of means in the Schumannesquely 
                entitled Albumblatt but one should 
                really turn to a much more engaging 
                work, his Op.9 Fantasien über 
                Gedichte von Richard Dehmel for 
                evidence of bigger, more prescient things. 
                This is a four-movement work enshrining 
                Dehmel’s poems - and they’re little 
                poetic gems. The second alternates the 
                gravity of a simple chordal chorale 
                with more lyrically engaging material. 
                The last of the four has a brisk lightness 
                after the headier intensity of the third. 
                I appreciate it might have necessitated 
                another booklet page but Zemlinsky’s 
                writing certainly intrigued me enough 
                to want to read Dehmel’s poems. Dating 
                from 1892-3 the Ballads are appropriately 
                tensile and apt to burst into Romantic 
                life with a flourish. Certainly there’s 
                a strong Brahmsian lineage but there’s 
                enough Zemlinsky to keep the attention 
                firmly focused as well. 
              
 
              
Ein Lichtstrahl 
                was a mime drama with piano accompaniment 
                for which Zemlinsky wrote the music 
                in 1901 though there was in the end 
                no performance. The piece itself lay 
                unperformed for many years, for most 
                of the century in fact, and whilst it’s 
                no masterpiece it’s a well-crafted, 
                rather roguish and melodramatic piece 
                of romantic writing – variational, light, 
                somewhat derivative but seemingly well 
                suited to its original function. 
              
 
              
Silke Avenhaus never 
                does too much with these pieces, never 
                tries to over-inflate the rhetoric, 
                instead allowing them to find their 
                own level. She seems to have enjoyed 
                the more roguish elements of Ein 
                Lichtstrahl but her playing of the 
                Fantasien is especially noteworthy 
                – and fortunately she’s been accorded 
                a good acoustic in which to display 
                her sensitive musicianship. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf