When I began my listening 
                to the Concertos the only Kempff cycle 
                available, naturally enough, was the 
                stereo Leitner. But I always had a hankering 
                to hear the van Kempen. There was something 
                about Kempff’s inimitable lightness 
                that fascinated me and I wondered whether 
                the Berlin mono recordings could intrigue, 
                excite and move me as much as the later 
                traversal. The answer is yes, yes and 
                yes. 
              
 
              
Firstly a word about 
                the 1953 recordings. There is tape hiss, 
                residual but evident. But to compensate 
                the sound is very much forward, very 
                square-on, and this refers as much to 
                things such as the trenchant wind chording 
                as it does to the solo spectrum. It’s 
                certainly not a warm sound exactly, 
                there’s nothing enveloping or cozy about 
                it; in fact in places it’s more than 
                a touch brittle. There are moments when 
                the strings suffer from an endemic swimmy-ness 
                as well which leads to a lack of real 
                focus and bloom. 
              
 
              
Against Kempff and 
                van Kempen’s musicianship of course 
                this is pretty much irrelevant, though 
                in fairness to prospective purchasers 
                it should be noted. As for their interpretation 
                one can spend hours over the balance 
                of power between the mono and stereo 
                Kempff cycles. Better, perhaps, to allow 
                oneself the luxurious position of being 
                able to indulge oneself in both, if 
                one can. Otherwise one finds that in 
                the early concertos Kempff strides with 
                Haydnesque gallantry in the First, his 
                brio both bracing and affectionate. 
                The warmth and delicacy of his slow 
                movement is both natural and unaffected, 
                whilst the energy and dynamism of the 
                finale are always controlled by his 
                appropriate touch. The Second Concerto 
                is stylish and gracious, its slow movement 
                emerging beautifully cushioned and relaxed, 
                lyricism fusing with delicacy. Rhythmic 
                pointing informs the finale – that and 
                a puckish, smiling wit, insouciant and 
                alive. 
              
 
              
The Third Concerto 
                is beautifully coloured and weighted. 
                Ornaments are crystalline, the orchestral 
                response full of solicitude and alternating 
                grandeur. In the finale we find Kempff 
                refusing to push the tempo. The Fourth 
                is stoic and forward moving; there’s 
                something noble about his refusal to 
                linger, though he never phrases at all 
                breathlessly. Architectural proprieties 
                are always observed and the sound world 
                is consonant, not outsize. Dynamics 
                are related, not disproportionate in 
                the slow movement. As for the finale 
                there is exquisite lightness, delicious 
                turning of ornaments and a buoyant rhythmic 
                sense. 
              
 
              
The Emperor 
                is almost as commanding as the stereo 
                remake though obviously rather less 
                well recorded. Perhaps, if anything, 
                the stereo performance has an edge in 
                terms of technical address but the earlier 
                traversal’s treble delicacy and limpidity 
                are remarkable in themselves. Maybe 
                the recording accentuates a certain 
                glassiness of string tone but the playing 
                itself is full of vivid sensitivity 
                and corporate understanding. Sometimes 
                in the finale Kempff’s runs teeter on 
                the edge of audibility so delicious 
                is his sense of dynamics, so palpable 
                his playful wit. To bring up the final 
                disc to respectable timing we have the 
                two Op.51 Rondos in energizing performances 
                recorded a coupe of months before the 
                concerto cycle. 
              
 
              
An outstanding cycle, 
                then, graced with glorious pianism and 
                a conductor who moulds the orchestral 
                strands with perfect judgement and awareness. 
                The mono sound may deter some from acquainting 
                themselves with this set, preferring 
                to rest with the stereo. That’s understandable 
                if you have to settle on just the one. 
                But for life affirming humanity this 
                set takes some beating. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf