The tale of Hans Winterberg (1901–91) is a strange one.
A survivor of the Terezín concentration camp, where he had been interned as a
Czech Jew, he settled in Munich after the War as a German citizen, and his music
enjoyed a number of broadcasts – but with his death his estate disappeared into
a legal limbo, emerging only in 2015.
This second album of his piano music reveals an unusual and individual voice, an
idiosyncratic blend of Janáček, Ravel, Schoenberg and other
mid-twentieth-century masters, animated by a hard-edged, freewheeling energy and
grim humour reminiscent of his close contemporary, Nikos Skalkottas.