I have to admit to 
                being one of those legions of the sadly 
                ignorant who had, until recently, never 
                heard of Joyce Hatto. This great omission 
                from my musical world has now been rectified 
                thanks to the recognition she has received 
                through Musicweb-International and elsewhere, 
                and I was more than delighted to be 
                able to experience her playing in one 
                of the greatest cycles for piano solo 
                of the last century. 
              
 
              
Olivier Messiaen’s 
                Vingt Regards sur l’Enfant-Jésus 
                has just about everything: virtuosic 
                pianism, mystic beauty, demands from 
                and rewards for the listener in an elusive 
                balance to which listeners will always 
                have an intense and powerful response. 
                Joyce Hatto would have been no younger 
                than 75 when even the first of these 
                sessions were recorded, but potential 
                purchasers need have no fears about 
                this being an ‘old’ person’s performance. 
                Rarely have I heard such powerful and 
                athletic pianism in this music. This, 
                combined with half a lifetime’s experience 
                of the work and a direct affinity with 
                the times in which it was created, make 
                this a remarkable sound document of 
                almost intoxicating potency. Hindemith 
                remarked that ‘she recreates this complex 
                and demanding piece not in her own terms, 
                but with a Higher Authority that defies 
                understanding.’ That ‘Higher Authority’ 
                was still there right up to these, some 
                of her last recordings. 
              
 
              
A number of versions 
                of this great work have passed through 
                my CD player but only two versions remain 
                – John Ogdon, recorded in 1969 and issued 
                on Decca’s Enterprise label in 1991, 
                and Malcolm Troup, recorded in the late 
                1980s on Altarus/Continuum. Ogdon’s 
                recording still sounds fairly good despite 
                some expected tape hiss, though the 
                hard piano sound in the louder sections 
                can be a little tiring after a while. 
                The meditative opening Regard du 
                Père and the lovely Regard 
                de la Vierge are both broad and 
                timeless with Ogdon, and his definition 
                and characterisation of the different 
                symbolism-laden themes has to my mind 
                rarely been surpassed. I do like the 
                Malcolm Troup recording on its own terms 
                though have to hold my hand up to some 
                sentimental association with it, having 
                sat in on one or two of the editing 
                sessions with Chris Rice of Altarus. 
                The piano sound on this issue is remarkably 
                rich and gorgeously resonant, and while 
                there are some corners where detail 
                and accuracy are slightly wanting. Troup 
                has a fine touch in general, but returning 
                to this set after hearing Hatto’s I 
                do now find some of the interpretations 
                a little on the heavy, sometimes almost 
                leaden side. 
              
 
              
Having one’s old favourites 
                blown away by a newcomer is what this 
                job is all about, and I find myself 
                rediscovering this music completely 
                and utterly. It’s as if someone was 
                not only giving me a master-class in 
                how it should be done technically, but 
                revealing the message behind 
                the notes at the same time. One of the 
                more difficult movements to bring off, 
                L’échange is a case in 
                point. Other versions can end up too 
                insistent, with the repeated thirds, 
                the ‘God’ figure, ending up sounding 
                like nagging, rather than an infinite 
                length of silken rope, constantly drawing 
                the increasingly egocentric ‘Man’ back 
                to the centre. When you hear Hatto it 
                is Man who is ultimately drawn into 
                unity with the Divine being, rather 
                than ‘God’ driving him to leap off a 
                cliff in sheer frustration. Another 
                straightforward but surprisingly intangible 
                quality is that Hatto’s birdsong sounds 
                to me more like birdsong than pianism. 
                The ‘joy’ which the birds represent 
                in Regard du Fils sur le Fils comes 
                over as a hair-raising truth, rather 
                than a technical challenge. 
              
 
              
Joyce Hatto does of 
                course have more than ample opportunity 
                to reveal a staggering technique in 
                the more heavyweight movements, such 
                as Par Lui tout a été 
                fait and La Parole toute puissante 
                in which she somehow manages to 
                maintain transparency through the sheer 
                mass of notes. Her control; rhythmic 
                and dynamic, is absolute, but there 
                is no sense in which the sheer abandon 
                of this music is in any way repressed 
                – it’s a wild ride, and rightly so! 
              
 
              
There is no point in 
                this set where I raised eyebrows or 
                scratched chin in puzzlement, and the 
                recording itself is of demonstration 
                quality – you can sometimes actually 
                feel the strings bending. Each 
                interpretation of this work has its 
                own merits, but there are few which 
                betray no weaknesses. Hatto’s reading 
                is rich both in images and emotional 
                associations: the indignation of the 
                Angels in Regard des Anges is 
                a genuine marvel, and the following 
                Baiser de l’Enfant-Jésus tender 
                beyond words. It is also a traversal, 
                a journey, a narrative – a cycle which 
                is more than the sum of its parts, which 
                parts in turn simultaneously hold strength 
                in both unity and individuality. The 
                incredible final Regard de l’Eglise 
                d’amour is both a struggle and an 
                affirmation, and we are spared nothing. 
                If you play this set through in one 
                go and are listening properly you will 
                arrive at the conclusion exhausted, 
                exhilarated and inspired, and I can’t 
                imagine Messiaen would have wanted more. 
              
Dominy Clements 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                has also listened to these discs
              
The immense and unremitting 
                challenges of Vingt Regards sur L'Enfant-Jésus 
                are here met with comprehensive 
                mastery by Joyce Hatto. The digital 
                demands and timbral and tonal complexities 
                are intense. And beyond even the question 
                of getting around the notes lies the 
                way the sound is produced, and what 
                kind of sound world one evokes. 
              
              Hatto’s solutions are 
                far too complex to be reduced to a mere 
                sentence but uppermost among them are 
                questions of beauty of tone and tempo 
                relation. We know that Messiaen sanctioned 
                wide tempo divergences; these seem for 
                him never to have been absolutes. In 
                tonal matters we find that Hatto never 
                sacrifices tone to embrace some of the 
                more speculative sonorities in which 
                some other pianists do, from time to 
                time, indulge. 
              
              Having listened to 
                a number of those competitors during 
                my immersion in Hatto’s Messiaen has 
                served only to deepen my admiration 
                of her. Listztian drama is always embedded 
                in Messiaen, no matter how expressive 
                the patina may become, and it helps 
                that she was one of the most consistently 
                impressive of Lisztian players. The 
                fulcrum of her digital prowess in these 
                twenty movements is incendiary, the 
                balance between hands perfectly graded, 
                weight and sonority acutely judged, 
                and the maintenance of clarity as evident 
                here as it was in her many other recordings. 
              
              
              Hatto’s Messiaen is 
                neither becalmed nor religiose. Her 
                opening movement sets the marker. She 
                is fast, insistent and suffused with 
                a pressing urgency. Others find different 
                solutions. Peter Hill [Unicorn-Kanchana 
                UK DKP 9122/23] is more yielding and 
                pliant, Håkon Austbø [Naxos 
                8.550829/30] quite delicate and reserved, 
                Joanna McGregor [Collins 70332] is eager 
                to explore the tonal disparities between 
                treble and bass, Steven Osborne [Hyperion 
                CDA 67351/52] has a powerful gravity. 
                None are quicker than Hatto; indeed 
                hers is possibly the quickest opening 
                movement on record. It sets up a powerful 
                sense of momentum and tension. This 
                is one traversal in which one never 
                feels a sense of becalming or stasis. 
                Which is not to imply intemperance because 
                Hatto seems to judge internal tonal 
                and tempo contrasts to perfection. She 
                finds a certain celestial coldness in 
                Regard de l’étoile, a 
                nasality and rapid interchange between 
                themes. With Hatto things are coalesced 
                in the most imaginative and far-seeing 
                way. Her rapidity of articulation leaves 
                even a seasoned Messiaen specialist 
                such as Peter Hill very much in her 
                wake. 
              
              But she always finds 
                time; in L’échange despite 
                her implacable sense of drive the music 
                always has time to speak. She doesn’t 
                favour Osborne’s staccato or McGregor’s 
                halo of sound or Hill’s more cautiously 
                considered obsession. The jazz-tinged 
                rhythms of Regard de la Vierge 
                find a home in Hatto. And the birdsong 
                in her Regard du Fils sir le Fils 
                has a pointillist delicacy, an avian 
                limpidity that attests to a fabulous 
                control. She’s slower here than most; 
                not as voluptuous in her songs as Osborne 
                but more definite. There are distinctly 
                Prokofievian overtones to her driving, 
                insistent, spiky Par Lui tout a été 
                fait. She yields to none in technical 
                address nor her architectural acuity. 
                Hill sounds a touch pawky, McGregor 
                driving but square, Austbø’s 
                rather cloying recording damages the 
                immediacy of his playing, and Osborne 
                is decidedly more gimlet eyed and inflexible. 
              
              
              Not to belabour the 
                point, these are consistent features 
                of Hatto’s performance. She is incisive 
                and joyously vocalised in Regard 
                des hauteurs, ensuring that the 
                sectionality Osborne prefers is not 
                part of her arsenal. She is sure in 
                her tonal delineation in Regard du 
                Temps – note how she deliberately 
                hardens the tone and makes the most 
                of internal contrasts. In Premiere 
                communion de la Vierge with an immediately 
                arresting opening, Hatto proves intensely 
                alive and also intensely noble in her 
                exposition of the God theme. Others 
                find different solutions; Håkon 
                Austbø for instance on Naxos 
                prefers a forthcoming straightness, 
                Hill a more interior slowness, Osborne 
                on Hyperion a more measured and withdrawn 
                introspection. Hatto is quicker by far 
                than all these.
              
              She characterises each 
                movement with a powerful response fusing 
                ferociously inner clarity with limitless 
                reserves of tonal subtlety – hear the 
                rhythmic pull and treble delicacy of 
                her Regard des Anges. One finds 
                time and again that competitors sound 
                distinctly more sectionalised than Hatto, 
                who proves masterly over the sometimes 
                excruciatingly long spans of intense 
                focus demanded in these pieces. In the 
                dangerous Le Baiser de l’Enfant-Jésus 
                she resists the cloying sweetness favoured 
                by others – Hill for instance. There’s 
                a strength in Hatto’s performance, a 
                refusal to linger or to sentimentalise. 
                As for dynamic gradients, listen to 
                the shades and shadows of Regard 
                du silence. And as for rubato, note 
                that she is sparing and superior in 
                its usage. Osborne for instance caresses 
                the line of Je dors, mais mon Coeur 
                veille with fulsome affection. It 
                sounds gorgeous but Hatto’s forward-moving 
                playing possesses both clarity and warmth 
                and a crucial rhythmic spine. So much 
                wonderful playing.
              
              Yvonne Loriod’s performance 
                on an Erato set has now, apparently, 
                been deleted. Ogdon’s 1991 Polygram 
                is equally unavailable and was in any 
                case technically flawed in places. Peter 
                Serkin [RCA 62316-2] is still available 
                and highly impressive, despite a slightly 
                unsatisfactory recording - one should 
                note it was recorded back in 1973. Pierre-Laurent 
                Aimard’s utterly compelling traversal 
                [Teldec New CD 3984-26868-2] focuses 
                on the drama, some of it blistering 
                in his hands, and is by contrast superbly 
                recorded. 
              
              The two Hatto discs 
                come housed in a box and feature some 
                elucidatory though wittily agnostic 
                notes from William Hedley – in fact 
                his agnosticism frequently borders on 
                atheism where Messiaen’s methodology 
                is concerned, which is all the more 
                bracing to read.
              
              Aimard, Osborne and 
                Serkin are in their ways outstanding 
                exponents. If you can find the Loriod 
                it’s naturally of the utmost historic 
                importance. But Hatto’s traversal now 
                strikes me as fine as any on disc. It’s 
                an outstanding contribution to the recorded 
                legacy. 
              
              Jonathan Woolf
The 
                Concert Artist Catalogue