This spirited debate on Hamelin is what goes on in my head every time I listen to his recordings: I love him and hate him at the same time and I have other pianist friends who feel the same way.
All of us have the same thing in common, however: we're never heard him LIVE and I think that must make all the difference. The closest I've gotten to "live" is his DVD, "It's all about the music," which made me fall in love with him and his artistry.
That earlier American Music & Arts Alkan isn't worthy of him, I think. Horrible sound that I just can't get beyond to even search for interpretation issues. What does come through is his super-human facility -- and I ain't sniffing at that, folks. I'll get the new one based on the mainly glowing reviews here.
My personal take is that Hyperion, believe it or not, doesn't record his sound truly enough. It always, to me, has this recessed, dampened, dearly-departedness about the sound. His Dukas Sonata, which I couldn't wait to buy, disappointed me enormously and to this day I can't tell you exactly why. An earlier Margaret Fingerhut Chandos recording that I have is technically inferior to Hamelin in almost every way, but, as slow and sometimes doggedly plodding as it is, it has breath and life to it.
Maybe it's Hamelin's phrasing that doesn't stir me? I rarely seem to feel that he is, well, breathing.
But, again, I'm not criticising this wonderful artist. Not really. I'm criticising and questioning my ability to truly hear him on recordings.
Deryk Cooke once said he hated the second movement of Beethoven's Fifth but understood that it was HIS problem. To him it was "a closed door," and he deeply regretted it. That's how I feel about many of Hamelin's recordings. I blame myself . . . when I'm not blaming Hyperion. Yet, I admire Hyperion most of the time.
I think I'm losing my mind here.