Argh. Quick, in the Barber.

That strikes me as a complete misunderstanding. A poorly understood in the strictest sense. The interpretation of Anne Queffélec technically amazing, looks to me to be about as far from the plate as one can be while remaining technically "next". The bias that is to print every room - or almost there rare survivors - changes of pace and intensity of an amplitude to doubt the stability of the voltage at home probably works perfectly for works whose intention, in turn deeply nostalgic and full of childish humor, do not call the kind of magnificent restraint that makes the engineering version of JJ Barbier. There, it works so poorly that begins to detest known works, adored, revered for years (as an individual, Satie must be the first artist totally disconnected from rock I've owned a disk). Ah, what's more, the sound gives the false airs of bad digital piano synth 80s If this disc is your first Satie, rejoice: you have not yet discovered the man (or indeed Anne Queffélec, much more at ease and frankly admirable elsewhere). If you already love, you dispense of it.