These performances 
                are not new to the catalogue. They derive 
                from Gieseking’s German radio broadcasts 
                between 1938 and 1947 and have been 
                reissued before. If you have Archipel 
                0076 then you have this disc, the contents 
                of which are entirely the same. The 
                Sonata has previously been reissued 
                by Music and Arts; this and other items 
                here have also appeared on Bianco and 
                Nero and doubtless I’ve missed sundry 
                other appearances. Gieseking’s discography 
                is in a bit of a state with multiple 
                recordings, broadcasts (dated and misdated) 
                and locations noted or misattributed. 
                Time for someone to get digging. 
              
The performances, albeit 
                they are sometimes imperfect digitally, 
                represent some of Gieseking’s most incandescent 
                broadcast playing. He seems energised 
                to a remarkable degree throughout the 
                entire span of the performances, roughly 
                a decade’s worth. In particular he revels 
                in the contrasts of Kreisleriana 
                bringing turbulence and dynamism in 
                equal measure. The 1942 Berlin broadcast 
                is perfectly acceptable as well. Listen 
                to the full-on Agitatissimo with 
                which it begins or the vitality of the 
                Con molta espressione that succeeds 
                it. With decisive grandeur in the Second 
                Intermezzo and an eloquent emotive heart 
                in the Lento assai this is a 
                riveting piece of work. 
              
This 1943 Carnaval 
                is very much to be preferred to the 
                more circumspect commercial reading. 
                He tears straight into the Préambule 
                with visionary force and the articulation 
                is sometimes breathless to the point 
                of semi-coherence. But in his defence 
                this brings with it a corollary of intense 
                expression in Eusebius – real 
                intimacy of touch allied to an almost 
                over-sensitive response to the writing; 
                darting, alert, and charged with the 
                grandeur of Schumann’s rhythmic licence. 
                The Sonata receives a similarly inspiring 
                reading. Gieseking’s commitment to Schumann 
                comes with the parallel cost of some 
                digital fluffs and rhythmic fudging 
                but when he mines such depth from the 
                Introduzione of the first movement 
                and when he vests the Aria with 
                so palpable a sense of uneasy delicacy, 
                one will surely forgive him these lapses 
                of enthusiasm. Note too how adroitly 
                he times those probing left hands descents 
                in the Aria. 
              
Davidsbündlertänze 
                reprises all these qualities in its 
                marriage of fiery abandon and delicate 
                withdrawal. Nothing could better exemplify 
                his playing than the rugged purpose 
                of his Balladenmässig though 
                the warmly expressive and rounded singing 
                tone of the Nicht schnell seventh 
                movement comes mighty close. The Fanatsie 
                is a 1947 Frankfurt reading, not Berlin 
                as stated, and in its capricious drama 
                and vital inexactitude it precisely 
                mirrors the tenor of Gieseking’s Schumann 
                playing throughout this set. 
              
Playing of this level 
                of intensity is not guaranteed to unite 
                critical judgement. Throughout the decade 
                covered by these performances, though, 
                Gieseking time and again proves a Schumann 
                interpreter of powerful, sometimes overwrought 
                intensity. With good sonics for the 
                time, these recycled performances cast 
                their spell anew. 
              
Jonathan Woolf