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Reviewer: Paul Riley
Sixteen year on, the fingers are as formidably on the ball as ever—capable of the most tender translucency, of staccato leaps that 'ping', and able to differentiate and characterise several voices simultaneously with jaw-dropping felicity. The variations flow one into another with a newfound inevitability; and if she's still inclined to launch Variation 29 as if it were announcing the onset of the Apocalypse, the French Ouverture has lost its analytical awkwardness of yore. The caveat? Recorded in a Berlin church, there's a resonant bloom that enhances the limpidity of the aria and more songful variations, but tends to distract in busier moments.
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