Eight years ago, Bostridge and Graham Johnson gave us a fresh, invigorating, if not entirely idiomatic, Schöne Müllerin for Hyperion’s complete Schubert edition. In the intervening period, the English tenor has not developed significantly as an artist. This disappointingly superficial and lightweight account of the Winterreise shows little sign of improvement in Bostridge’s Anglo-accented German, and his fey, English choral-scholar timbre lacks the variety of tone colour to do justice to the death-obsessed songs towards the cycle’s close. Andsnes is always worth hearing in Schubert, but nobody buys a Winterreise exclusively for the pianist – and Matthias Görne’s superior new account on Decca has Brendel, no less – so all but committed Bostridgians will have to look elsewhere. Two stars