Angela Hewitt is 
                  almost without peer in her beloved Bach. Heard live it 
                  is quite an experience. Her Rameau runs the gamut of delights 
                  although I found her recent disc of keyboard music too much 
                  of a good thing to handle in one go! Beethoven is another matter, 
                  though, and here is Hewitt's second disc of Beethoven for Hyperion. 
                  The first is reviewed on this site by Brian 
                  Burtt. In her own very lucid booklet notes Hewitt explains 
                  that on the disc the three sonatas here are presented in reverse 
                  chronological order, 'simply because that way they make a more 
                  satisfying recital for the listener'.
                Given her early 
                  music proclivities, it is no surprise that in her notes she 
                  invokes the parallel of Rameau for the drone bass that permeates 
                  the texture of the Pastoral’s first movement - referring 
                  to the former's Musette en rondeau. Indeed,  immersion 
                  in earlyish music results in various positives to her Beethoven 
                  that are present in few others. Textures are always crystal 
                  clear and this is aided by her choice of a Fazioli instrument. 
                  Her pedalling is light and tasteful. There are moments of magic: 
                  the right-hand embellishment in the second movement, around 
                  the four-minute mark. Moments of play are there too as in the 
                  descending octaves and their staccato retorts of the third movement. 
                  Alas we hear little sense of greatness. Gilels' 1982 recording, 
                  rather more severe at times than Hewitt but hewn of the finest 
                  oak, is probably my library choice here. I grew up with Ashkenazy's 
                  early reading on Decca, and this remains recommendable. The 
                  piece suits this pianist well; far better than the Diabelli 
                  Variations, if his most recent release is anything to go 
                  by!
                Hewitt traces the 
                  origins of Op. 13's famous nickname fascinatingly, making reference 
                  to an issue of the Musical Times of 1928 that compared 
                  the themes of the sonata with Cherubini's Medée. Her 
                  Grave introduction is bold and mysterious by turns. The 
                  Allegro con brio, whilst imbued with plenty of life, 
                  holds significantly less fire than most. Hewitt returns to the 
                  beginning at the repeat, rather than to the Allegro, 
                  a dramatic stroke at odds with the trajectory of her reading. 
                  The lyrical passages that are usually contrastive in nature 
                  here seem to try to suck the life out of the more rhythmically 
                  active ones. The famous Adagio cantabile is, perhaps 
                  predictably, a dream. Hewitt's touch is jewel-like, as it is 
                  in the finale, where lines as well as triplets chase each other 
                  in cat-and-mouse fashion.
                The great early 
                  C major Sonata concludes the recital. As any pianist will tell 
                  you, it is 'fiddly', the ornaments at speed set to trap the 
                  unwary. Hewitt, given her background in the supremely ornamented 
                  music of Rameau, has no problems. This, though, was one of Richter's 
                  favoured Sonatas - there are at a very minimum seven different 
                  performances from this giant available in various incarnations 
                  - so competition is fierce even from that one angle. Hewitt 
                  sees everything in proportion and acts, arguably, as a complement 
                  to Richter. Yet she is not that exciting in the first movement. 
                  The glittery display of semiquavers and broken double octaves 
                  seems a little mute. Her Adagio is a different matter, 
                  though. Here at least she seems close to the music's core. The 
                  piano almost becomes an organ at times - those huge left-hand 
                  octaves! - so that the cheeky and perilous Scherzo comes 
                  as welcome relief. The imitative fragments chuckle at one another, 
                  as do the ascending sixths of the finale's theme. At the end, 
                  one does not quite get the impression of the young Beethoven 
                  flexing his compositional muscles; rather, one feels slightly 
                  underwhelmed.
                A mixed disc, then. 
                  Hewitt's many felicitous touches do not, in the final analysis, 
                  outweigh the feeling that she does not project the greatness 
                  of these seminal works. 
                Colin Clarke