Volume 3 of Jean-Efflam Bavouzet’s superb Debussy cycle links mostly early miniatures with the Suite bergamasque and Children’s Corner. Once more he turns conventional notions of “impressionism” topsy-turvy, cleansing Debussy of years of dust and accretion and recreating him in every bar in a sparkling and pristine light. Fiercely energised yet superfine, his performances are not for those with comfortable drawing-room notions of Debussy, and rarely in my experience has a pianist so faultlessly or precisely achieved his aims.

All sentimentality is erased from the Nocturne’s enchanting evanescence and just when he momentarily has you wishing that his formidable directness would melt into something more heart-easing, he makes you gasp at his flawless balance of sense and sensibility. He makes something audaciously epic out of Hommage à Haydn (a far cry, indeed, from Gieseking’s luminous fragility) and the startling hesitancy in the opening of “The Snow is Dancing” is convincing rather than idiosyncratic. His recital ends on a desolating note with the Berceuse héroïque’s phantom battle-cries and bugle-calls memorably evoked. The superbly recorded disc includes his own remarkable essay. This could well be the finest and most challenging of all Debussy piano cycles.

Pascal Rogé’s album arrived more or less in tandem and a greater study in contrast in “composer and interpreter” would be hard to imagine. Where Bavouzet breaks out into blazing Mediterranean sunlight, Rogé (radically enriching his earlier Decca Debussy discs) is happy to withdraw into shadow-land. Time and again his playing suggests emotion recollected in tranquillity rather than turmoil; and in, say, “Hommage à Rameau” or the Sarabande from Pour le piano he discovers the mysterious, still centre of Debussy’s art. “Poissons d’or” is a marvellous distillation of indolence and flashing disruption, and “Mouvement” is a perky and vivacious rejoinder to all former introspection. And so too is the Toccata, played with unerring ease and grace, and with many ear-catching details.

To summarise, the ever-elusive truth lies somewhere between Rogé the dreamer, Bavouzet the sinewy but always musical athlete, Thibaudet, the teasing wit and sophisticate and, of course, the legendary Gieseking. You pays your money and you takes your choice; personally, I would never be without all four.