Lifschitz’s account of Janacek’s suite On an Overgrown Path feels intensely true to the idiom: the music’s dramatic stops and starts, its growls and screams, exhilaration and despair, its alternation between tentativeness and declamation – everything is there in bold, emotional close-up. And with Debussy’s first book of Preludes, Lifschitz shows what a master he is of colour, texture and line.
Lifschitz’s account of Janacek’s suite On an Overgrown Path feels intensely true to the idiom: the music’s dramatic stops and starts, its growls and screams, exhilaration and despair, its alternation between tentativeness and declamation – everything is there in bold, emotional close-up. And with Debussy’s first book of Preludes, Lifschitz shows what a master he is of colour, texture and line.
