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Sandrine Piau, David Kadouch, Wigmore Hall review - the joy is in the detail

Sandrine Piau, David Kadouch, Wigmore Hall review - the joy is in the detail

Superb pianist and programme-builder in perfect partnership with the great soprano

'Aive to every unexpected twist and turn': David Kadouch and Sandrine Piau at the Wigmore HallBoth images from Wigmore livestream

“It mustn’t be a surface thing. You have to put in the work,” Janet Baker once said. Sandrine Piau’s Wigmore recital of German song followed by French song was the perfect demonstration of that credo in action.

Whereas Piau described the repertoire, almost nonchalantly before performing their encore – Debussy’s “Beau Soir” – as a “new programme from David Kadouch”, there was no disguising the level of careful preparation and forethought which both singer and pianist had put into every nuance. The poetry and the music could be savoured and enjoyed completely; the results were overwhelmingly convincing.

Highlights, points where all Piau’s stagecraft and experience (notably as Constance in Poulenc’s Carmélites and as Mélisande) and her linguistic sensitivity came to the fore were in her singing of the words of Baudelaire, in settings first by Duparc and later by Debussy, and in settings of Francis Jammes by Lili Boulanger.

Both poets, in their very different ways, were outliers. Both were defended by other writers in the face of negative criticism to pursue and persist with their vision and their art. Jammes’ simple outlook on life might be encapsulated in the words on a darkened silver medallion in “Je garde une médaille d’elle”: “pray, believe, hope.” The Lili Boulanger settings from 1913-14 are sparse and intense. Every word and every note counts, and the detail which Piau and Kadouch brought to them made them unforgettable. The inflection, the waiting, the layers of meaning in the last line of the last of the three songs, “Que ce regard était passionné et calme”, need to be heard. Sandrine Piau and David Kadouch at the Wigmore HallIf Jammes’ language is innocent and direct, the intensity of Baudelaire’s evocations of sensuality and death have a timeless beauty and a different kind of intensity. The French language has nothing else like it. Here again, the way Piau and Kadouch were alive to every unexpected twist and turn was palpable. An impressionistic line such as “lune, eau sonore, nuit bénie” carried delight at the unexpectedness of each sensation, Piau soaring effortlessly into head-voice. This was just one of many quite remarkable moments. Piau also communicates and acts completely and authentically with her facial expression always reinforcing the meaning. And there was an irresistible moment in "Le Jet d'Eau" when the langourous triple-time in the accompaniment brought the hint of her starting to move to a slow and smoochy waltz.

David Kadouch is a wonderful pianist. When Dmitri Bashkirov, an important teacher from his youth, passed away, Kadouch made a point of praising and remembering "his physical and moral dedication, his advocacy for repertoire". Those are characteristics which inform his own approach. In a German setting such as Schubert/Goethe “Heiss mich nicht reden”, the pianist has just four bars to set the mood and the pacing and to capture the audience’s attention. He did that remarkably. All through the recital his musicianship and empathy were exemplary. From the full-stretch Mendelssohnian busy-ness of Clara Schumann’s “Loreley” to the hushed finality of an angel passing through an empty house in the Debussy/Baudelaire “La mort des amants”, his playing was subtle and magnificent.

The programme was very cleverly constructed, too. At the point in it where we were taken from Germany to France, we arrived with a sonnet in 12-syllable alexandrines. For symmetry there was another one as the last piece in the programme. Between the Lili Boulanger and the Debussy we heard the recently-discovered final piano piece by Debussy, “Les soirs illuminés par l’ardeur de charbon”, the title, fittingly, a quote from Baudelaire. And the German section was book-ended by the Schubert and the Robert Schumann settings of “Kennst du das Land”.

We could have done without the sound of a mobile phone going off (in the second stanza of Schumann’s “Kennst du das Land”, and far more audible and distracting in the hall than on the radio recording), but the musicians seemed scarcely to notice.

On reflection, it somehow seems right that "The Society for the Promotion of Correct Pronunciation on Radio 3", a group of Facebook keyboard warriors, should get so hot under the collar whenever an announcer mispronounces the French soprano’s surname as “Pi-AOW!” (Andrew McGregor didn't). She’s worth it.

@sebscotney

Piau brought inflection, waiting, layers of meaning to Baudelaire

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