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Reviewer: Charlotte Gardner
The first thing to say is that, musically, these were worth the wait. Telemann presents a cornucopia of broken chords, unison and contrapuntal writing, passagework and even some plucking; there’s also a nod to the fashion tussle of the time between the fugal and the galant style, with Telemann employing a mixture of the two, much as Bach was to do a few years later with his second book of The Well-Tempered Clavier. Frustratingly, though, I can’t be as positive about the actual recording, because although the acoustic of the Klosterkirche Zscheiplitz (40 miles west of Leipzig) has lent a lovely balance of warmth and crispness, and although the notes themselves really dance into life under Fritzsch’s natural, joy-filled playing, this is an instance of close miking gone mad. First there’s the constant patter of fingers hitting wood, even added to at one moment by the ghost of approaching notes as Fritzsch’s fingers assume their positions (tr 3, 2'11"). Then there’s Fritzsch’s breathing, which contributes an unignorable whistling soundtrack to the whole. These performances would probably be immensely enjoyable in concert. On disc, however, Fritzsch has been let down. |
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