Forgotten Records is a French label that has been trawling the 
                  early LP catalogue to release material that has fallen through 
                  the cracks, hence its name. Its inventory is quite extensive, 
                  and tempting, and even a seemingly innocuous release such as 
                  this one has interest. 
                    
                  There are no notes so the curious may want to follow the three 
                  links on the jewel case. One is to the label’s own website, 
                  another is to resmusica.com, and the third is to this site, 
                  where you will find a review of a previous Schiĝler release, 
                  written by me. 
                    
                  Victor Schiĝler (1899-1967) was born in Copenhagen, the illegitimate 
                  son of the composer Victor Bendix. He made his debut in 1914, 
                  and left a decent number of discs for Tono – a sort of Danish 
                  equivalent of Decca – as well as Danish HMV and also RCA. He 
                  was a well rounded man, intellectually and culturally. 
                    
                  This disc was recorded for HMV (ALP1243; also French HMV FALP371) 
                  in 1953. One doesn’t especially associate him with Chopin, but 
                  he was a fluent and flexible performer and took on a sizeable 
                  repertoire, big and small. At the time, of course, one would 
                  have looked to such as Moiseiwitsch, Rubinstein, Cortot, Horowitz, 
                  Friedman, Malcuzynski and even Guiomar Novaes in Chopin – though 
                  not necessarily in the sonatas, as not all had recorded them. 
                  In this company Schiĝler makes a distinctive mark in his very 
                  individual way. 
                    
                  The Second Sonata is an interesting example of a performance 
                  that starts off poorly but gets better and better. His passagework 
                  in the Grave opening is rather disorganised; his rushing 
                  of bars leading to some very confused results indeed. It also 
                  fails to achieve its intended goal which is surely to generate 
                  excitement; in fact it achieves the opposite. He can still be 
                  a little stiff in the Scherzo, failing to connect the 
                  B section fully – it’s a bit too lateral – but things come alive 
                  in the Funeral march. This he plays with great and unaffected 
                  nobility, limpidity and control of dynamics. In the Presto 
                  finale he really shows a very unusual approach to phraseology, 
                  bringing out emphases and voicings that others avoid, or have 
                  never countenanced. These different stresses add a very personalised 
                  touch to the performance - clever, imaginative, and different. 
                  
                    
                  The Third Sonata performance is perhaps less inspired in such 
                  detail, but more consistent and conventional as a performance. 
                  He shapes the opening movement so much better than he does the 
                  opening of the companion sonata. He’s quite reserved and lightly 
                  spun in the Largo – it has integrity, and once more, 
                  a degree of nobility, without at all becoming cloying. His finale 
                  is a real ‘galloping horse’ of an affair, once again unusually 
                  phrased and stressed, and full of high spirits. It’s enjoyable 
                  to hear playing of such individuality, even if it will not necessarily 
                  garner universal appeal. 
                    
                  He was certainly not a traditional Chopin player in respect 
                  of colour, rubato, and stress patterns. He brings to the sonatas 
                  personal insights, as well as some problematic aspects too. 
                  He was excellently recorded back in 1953, and the transfer is 
                  similarly faithful. 
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf