Martin making his Wigmore debut with a first half of Bach and Mozart with playing of great character and very personal interpretations . Very robust sounds for Bach’s ‘Wachet Auf’ had me hunting in the programme for an answer to the unexpected rather thick over romanticised sounds with a bass of Philadelphian proportions . Busoni of course! Which Martin played with a kaleidoscope of colour and romantic flair and an undeniable authority which for me did not suit Bach’s magical aria. Passing on to the beautiful transcription by Kempff of the Siciliano from Bach’s Flute Sonata where Martin’s sense of colour and character were able to float the magic theme with disarming simplicity on a bed of sumptuous sounds. Bach’s C minor Toccata, pure and unadulterated , was given a performance of radiance and rhythmic drive. Delving deep into the contrapuntal texture but never loosing sight of the architectural shape and maintaining the improvised nature of these early keyboard works designed to show off the instruments and the invention of the kapellmeisters of their day.

It was Schnabel who famously said Mozart was too easy for children but too difficult for adults and it was here that Martin’s deep love for Mozart and need to imbue it with character sacrificed the jewel like precision which is fundamental to it’s architectural shape and is the very backbone of his genius .Variations that were so varied with ornamentation and fluctuations of tempo that distorted rather than enriched the musical meaning. In Martin’s effort to characterise every phrase he lost the undercurrent of rhythmic drive that Chopin likens to a tree with roots firmly embedded in the ground but with the branches free to move. The ‘Menuetto’ lacked this same jewel like precision with notes thrown off with undoubted intention to illuminate but had the opposite effect. The ‘Trio’ too was far too free and wayward and lost its shape to a refined sense of colour . The Turkish March fared much better and Martin’s idea to play the acciaccaturas in two different ways was a novel idea but not over convincing.

After the interval Martin entered another world that suited him much more and was of fantasy and showmanship. Liszt’s ‘Vallée d’Obermann’ was give a poetic and heroic performance and if some of the detail in the tempestuous central episodes were covered by enormous sounds from the bass it was always of great effect. The final bars suffered from some clipped rhythms but the passion and romantic abandon that Martin imbued was of great effect and brought this great tone poem to a triumphant ending. ‘El Amor y la muerte’ from Goyescas was perhaps the highlight of the evening, as the improvised nature and showmanship found in Martin an ideal partner. Streams of notes flowed from his agile fingers with ravishing sounds and half lights illuminating every note. It was a fitting title for the ending of Granados and his wife in the English Channel with their boat torpedoed by a German submarine after the triumphant success of Goyescas in America. Martin chose to finish his recital with the Fourth Sonata of Scriabin. This is a Sonata that Gilels made his own and Martin played the first movement with the same glistening beauty and kaleidoscope of sounds, with a sensitivity and refined tonal palette that was of ravishing beauty.The dynamic drive and rhythmic precision of the Prestissimo, second movement, was played with passionate drive and like in his Liszt building up giant sonorities in the bass that obscured the Mozartian precision of Scriabin’s volando indication.

Greeted with an ovation by a very warm and generous public, Martin who loves his public and is ever ready to please and charm them, chose a paraphrase of Die Fledermaus by Grunfeld to appease their greed for more. Of course the famous melodies were played with beguiling charm and seduced his public as only Martin knows how.The refined technical finesse and superhuman subtlety of the pianists of the golden age of piano playing and the very raison d’être for these showpieces belongs to a bygone age though.

Martins charm and showmanship are beyond reproach and earned him a well deserved ovation from a packed hall on this the coldest night of the year.

A Rose for Martin Bartlett