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Bronfman’s reading … operates at too low a voltage ... he lacks the sort of angst or urgency that has endeared Rachmaninov to millions ...I think you'll agree that this is hardly a case of how 'great things are done when men and mountains meet'
Joyce Hatto performance of the Third Concerto … [is] … among the finest on record ... opening theme is given with a special sense of its Slavic melancholy ... Above all, everything is vitally alive and freshly considered. Quite without preening gestures or mannerism this is also never the Third Concerto as we have always known it. The massive alternative cadenza is given with a stunning breadth and command, and in the Intermezzo’s skittering scherzando figuration you can hear volleys of notes thrown off with a clarity and verve that will astonish even this concerto's most seasoned listeners. Yet the concentration is always on purely musical values, reminding you at every point of qualities above and beyond mere flamboyance.
Matsuzawa: Faceless, typewriter, neat as a pin but utterly flaccid performances with small, tiny poetic gestures added like so much rouge on the face of a Russian doll. … Nothing could possibly equal the faceless, spineless, ever-so-tasteful performances of Ms. Matsuzawa. She is the very model of Lily Tomlin's much admired tasteful lady.
Hatto: My oh my, this is a beautiful recording of Chopin's music. The pieces flow so naturally and so completely without precious effects that you might, for a moment, think that there are no other ways of reading the music. … In Op. 10 No. 1 the right hand is fluent, flawless, clear as a bell, but the real story is the LH, which carries the interest of the piece anyway. The central episode in No. 3 is dramatic, but the drama doesn't overwhelm the A section, either the first or second time round. The C♯ minor, a knucklebuster if ever there was one, is played as a true Presto, but punctuated with all kinds of wondrous LH details. The first black key etude has fluttering RH detail, but again, it is the LH which is truly eloquent. …The A flat major, Op. 10 No. 10, restores all of Chopin's carefully notated differenciation between one section and another, a veritable study in the ability to vary detached sounds.
originally posted by: vernichter
A 2007 scandal revealed that recordings, released under the name Joyce Hatto, were rip-offs of the recordings by other pianists. This was widely reported by the mainstream media. However, the media chose not to report that two critics trashed the CDs when they came out under the true names and then praised them as Hatto fakes.
The Rachmaninoff 3rd Concertos of Hatto is a rip-off of the performance by Yefim Bronfman. The reviewer for Gramophone, Bryce Morrison, gave the two CDs the following reviews:
Bronfman’s reading … operates at too low a voltage ... he lacks the sort of angst or urgency that has endeared Rachmaninov to millions ...I think you'll agree that this is hardly a case of how 'great things are done when men and mountains meet'
Joyce Hatto performance of the Third Concerto … [is] … among the finest on record ... opening theme is given with a special sense of its Slavic melancholy ... Above all, everything is vitally alive and freshly considered. Quite without preening gestures or mannerism this is also never the Third Concerto as we have always known it. The massive alternative cadenza is given with a stunning breadth and command, and in the Intermezzo’s skittering scherzando figuration you can hear volleys of notes thrown off with a clarity and verve that will astonish even this concerto's most seasoned listeners. Yet the concentration is always on purely musical values, reminding you at every point of qualities above and beyond mere flamboyance.
Many of the Hatto Chopin Etudes are rip-offs of Yuki Matsuzawa's performances. Tom Deacon, the producer of Philips Great Pianists of the 20th Century series, produced the following evaluations:
Matsuzawa: Faceless, typewriter, neat as a pin but utterly flaccid performances with small, tiny poetic gestures added like so much rouge on the face of a Russian doll. … Nothing could possibly equal the faceless, spineless, ever-so-tasteful performances of Ms. Matsuzawa. She is the very model of Lily Tomlin's much admired tasteful lady.
Hatto: My oh my, this is a beautiful recording of Chopin's music. The pieces flow so naturally and so completely without precious effects that you might, for a moment, think that there are no other ways of reading the music. … In Op. 10 No. 1 the right hand is fluent, flawless, clear as a bell, but the real story is the LH, which carries the interest of the piece anyway. The central episode in No. 3 is dramatic, but the drama doesn't overwhelm the A section, either the first or second time round. The C♯ minor, a knucklebuster if ever there was one, is played as a true Presto, but punctuated with all kinds of wondrous LH details. The first black key etude has fluttering RH detail, but again, it is the LH which is truly eloquent. …The A flat major, Op. 10 No. 10, restores all of Chopin's carefully notated differenciation between one section and another, a veritable study in the ability to vary detached sounds.
Music critics trash and praise the same record released under different names
originally posted by: Bedlam
a reply to: chr0naut
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originally posted by: chr0naut
Ah, subjectivity...
originally posted by: NarcolepticBuddha
a reply to: vernichter
And musicians and writers etc. use pseudonyms to prove the same thing:
originally posted by: NarcolepticBuddha
The name of the artist carries more weight than the art itself. Sad!
Subjectivity would be the issue if different critics produced opposite opinions. Since the same critic produces opposite reviews he does not even have that subjective opinion. It is not therefore subjectivity: it is complete nonsense.