It would be hard to fault the approach and playing of Howard Shelley 
                on this very attractive two-CD set of piano music by Clementi 
                from Hyperion. The key to his perceptive and persuasive performances 
                seems to be … humility. Or - better - respect. His touch is light 
                but firm. His tempi are gentle but consistent and appropriate. 
                His variations in timbre noticeable but always to a purpose. The 
                result is twofold: for those familiar with Clementi's work something 
                new and fresh emerges. For those new to it, something of substance 
                and immense pleasure is added to their repertoire (and probably 
                CD collection) of music to love.
                
                
Most 
                  of Clementi's work is for the keyboard. It does not get the 
                  exposure you might expect, given his reputation when living 
                  - second only to that of Haydn, and later Beethoven, who himself 
                  ranked Clementi extremely highly. Nor does Clementi's music 
                  get the exposure it deserves in our time. Clementi's is music 
                  sure of foot and direction, yet with at times Mozartian deliberation 
                  and Schubertian purity.
                
                
Living 
                  to the age of eighty through one of music's stormiest periods, 
                  Clementi ploughed his own furrow. That is what Shelley 
                  has brought out. Each piece is approached in its own right and 
                  its internal logic is emphasised - more as 'pure' music, than 
                  as music with a particular historical weight. As a result, small 
                  details (such as key changes, ornamentation, subtlety in texture) 
                  emerge and are gently evident to the listener. Yet they are 
                  details which add to the particularity of each piece. Of these 
                  Shelley is aware, then, without showing them off. Integrated 
                  wholes. The result at the end of an hour or two hours careful 
                  listening is of immense satisfaction. Thanks to Shelley's embrace 
                  of its conception and architecture the music has worked.
                
                
This 
                  set is particularly welcome, then. It's the second volume in 
                  a projected complete chronological survey of the Clementi sonatas 
                  which Hyperion hopes to complete in six double CD sets - and 
                  attractively priced: two for the price of one every time. They 
                  are expected to be released over the next three years. Indeed, 
                  Volume 1 (CDA67632) has already appeared. It contained less 
                  substantial pieces than those on the current set. But equally 
                  delightful. Now these dozen or so sonatas and a toccata in Volume 
                  2 are situated somewhere between an unburdened Haydn who has 
                  absorbed a lot of Scarlatti - and early Beethoven.
                
                
              
An 
                issue for some might be the instrument. Shelley plays a modern 
                Steinway. We could have expected a fortepiano; it might have added 
                more character; it would have thrown the textures into a different 
                relief and perhaps be thought to have added depth. Instead, Shelley 
                has opted to emphasise the music's structure, its development 
                through each movement and indeed throughout movements. The Op. 
                10 sonata in A major is a good example [CD1 trs. 10-12]: as we 
                listen, we are more conscious of the melodic ideas, the changes 
                in mood through which Clementi leads us - as did Mozart; not the 
                effects (à la Scarlatti). 
              
                
Thus 
                  the music speaks for itself directly from the composer. Surely 
                  a wiser approach of Shelley's. So, Yes, one is probably likely 
                  to listen to these splendid pieces less as curiosities that 
                  attracted Mozart's ire and more as poetic excursions into the 
                  soul, even; in some ways as one listens to Beethoven. They are 
                  'contained' thematically, true. There are few fireworks or Chopinesque 
                  moments of rumination. Yet Shelley's playing emphasises their 
                  solidity, worthiness to stand at the centre of this repertoire, 
                  not as fillers. And as highly communicative contributions to 
                  the genre, which (while making few innovations) ought to leave 
                  you plainly centred and at peace after an hour's listening.
                
                
Mark Sealey