Bliss’s Piano Concerto 
                has deservedly enjoyed much attention 
                of late with, first, the reissue of 
                the celebrated Solomon recording (on 
                APR – a brilliant bravura performance 
                marred by poor sound), then Noel Mewton-Wood’s 
                persuasive account on the BMS label 
                and now this excellent new recording 
                in modern sound from Naxos. [In passing 
                I must note another fine recording by 
                Trevor Barnard with the Philharmonia 
                Orchestra conducted by Sir Malcolm Sargent.(1962). 
                This recording is now available again 
                on Divine Art. But EMI reissued it, 
                as part of a wonderful LP boxed set 
                of British Piano Concertos that also 
                included the Ireland, Britten, Rawsthorne 
                First and Second and the Tippett and 
                Williamson Concertos. I do hope that 
                EMI will see fit to reissue this fine 
                compilation one day.]. 
              
 
              
Peter Donohoe makes 
                a welcome return to the recording studios 
                and delivers a bravura, big-boned performance 
                of this extrovert concerto conceived 
                in the Late Romantic tradition. Commissioned 
                for the 1939 New York World’s Fair, 
                Bliss’s Piano Concerto was dedicated 
                to the people of the U.S.A. who Bliss 
                considered to be the most romantic in 
                the world. It is suitably strident, 
                confident and out-going like the citizens 
                of America’s big cities. We must remember 
                that Bliss was half-American on his 
                father’s side. In the opening movement, 
                the Gershwin influence is plain in Lloyd-Jones’s 
                and Donohoe’s reading. But Bliss’s music 
                also has great dramatic quality, and 
                that sound, associated with Things 
                to Come, is also present; plus a 
                tenderness to balance the jazzy, brasher 
                outbursts. Contrastingly, the second 
                movement is dreamily romantic and reminiscent 
                of Bliss’s ballet scores, Lloyd-Jones 
                whispering a misty ‘will o’ the wisp’ 
                accompaniment to Donohoe’s poetic delicacy. 
                However there is plenty of dramatic 
                tension as well as atmosphere. Very 
                impressive is Donohoe’s virtuosity in 
                the demanding scintillations of the 
                finale with its chirpy jazzy peroration 
                and its debonair, swashbuckling air. 
              
 
              
Bliss’s Sonata for 
                Piano was composed for Noel Mewton-Wood 
                in 1952. It is again cast in a heroic 
                and romantic mould requiring robust 
                bravura playing in the outer movements. 
                I was aware of some interesting influences 
                in the opening movements – Ravel and 
                Poulenc particularly. The central Adagio 
                sereno is an introspection mainly 
                gentle but not without passing clouds. 
              
 
              
French impressionism 
                and a certain oriental exoticism add 
                glitter to the dazzling ebullient opening 
                section of the Concerto for Two Pianos. 
                A peppering of American jazz influence 
                is also discernible. The central episode 
                is beautifully dreamy, the pianos’ voices 
                overlapping beguilingly before the final 
                episode which might suggest harsh urban 
                sophistication (a mix of New York and 
                Hong Kong?) and glamour with a pause 
                for tender reflection. 
              
 
              
Unhesitatingly recommended; 
                for Bliss enthusiasts a must. Fine performances 
                of sparkling music in very good sound. 
              
Ian Lace 
              
Rob Barnett adds
              
This disc has already 
                been thoroughly reviewed by Ian Lace 
                and John Quinn so I will just address 
                some more personal reactions without 
                the factual background. 
              
              Competition for the 
                Piano Concerto comes thick and fast 
                but the field is crowded exclusively 
                with historic reissues of which the 
                unmissable Mewton-Wood disc is the best 
                of the bunch standing out from the ferociously 
                edgy sound of the Trevor Barnard version 
                on The Divine Art and the Solomon version 
                on Naxos. 
              
              Donohoe is not new 
                to this genre. Previously he has recorded 
                for Naxos both the Walton Sinfonia Concertante 
                and the two concertante works by Finzi. 
                Most recently I have been delighted 
                all over again by one of the bargains 
                of the year - EMI Classics’ Gemini double 
                of Donohoe playing the Tchaikovsky works 
                for piano and orchestra.
              
              Listen to him thundering 
                away on the first movement of the piano 
                concerto. Almost as impressive as the 
                syncopated cradling of that most gentle 
                of themes at 09'10 in the first movement 
                and at 09'56 the majesty of the work 
                is fully brought out. The sound is clamorously 
                immediate - not found wanting. Listen 
                to the audio quality also in the passive 
                start of the slow movement. In the finale 
                Donohoe’s sharply defined quick-fire 
                Prokofiev-like attack recalls the superb 
                John Browning (heard most recently in 
                deeply desirable double CD of the five 
                Prokofiev concertos from John Wilson’s 
                Idlewild Reissues). It’s becoming yawningly 
                predictable now but as strong as this 
                is (and it is the best in modern sound 
                - compare the 1977 Philip Fowke version 
                on reissued on Unicorn UKCD if you can 
                find it) it will have to give way to 
                the John Ogdon performance (2 August 
                1966, BBCSO conducted by the composer) 
                if ever a presentable BBC original tape 
                can be found.
              
              The other works on 
                this disc strengthen the virtues of 
                this already strong disc. The Sonata 
                was written in 1952 for Mewton-Wood 
                to celebrate the composer’s delight 
                in the young Australian’s performances 
                of the Concerto and of course his recording 
                of the Concerto (now on British Music Society 
                Historic BMS101CDH). 
                It does not have quite the dramatic 
                savvy of the Concerto although the serene 
                calm of the adagio sereno is 
                memorable. The Double Concerto started 
                out as a concerto for piano, tenor (no 
                doubt vocalising as in Rout, 
                Madame Noy and Rhapsody where 
                the female voice laah-laahs or 
                uses nonsense syllables) and strings. 
                It was revised and transformed into 
                the present form in 1921, 1924, 1929, 
                1950 and there is a version (recorded) 
                for the three hands of Phyllis Sellick 
                and Cyril Smith. Is the original truly 
                lost ... I rather hope not. This compact 
                work is extremely attractive if at first 
                (and at the very end) very brilliantly 
                indebted to Stravinsky’s Petrushka 
                and later to Ravel.
              
              This disc is part of 
                the Naxos British piano concerto series. 
                It already includes the Rawsthorne pair 
                (8.555959) 
                and I certainly hope it will extend 
                to the John Ireland, Gordon Jacob (x2), 
                Arnell, York Bowen (x4), Stanley Bate 
                (x4), Albert Coates, Gaze Cooper (x6), 
                Reizenstein (x2), Fricker, the six by 
                Reginald Sacheverell Coke (as old-fashioned 
                and 19th century ‘retro’ as those by 
                Frank Merrick), Ruth Gipps, the Phantasy 
                Concerto by Goossens, Foulds’ Dynamic 
                Triptych, the Bax Winter Legends 
                - a smashing work of vivid imagination 
                and symphonic span and pre-eminent in 
                this company the Alan Bush Piano Concerto 
                coupled with Bush’s Africa. Plenty 
                of territory to cover without duplication.
              
              Let me second John 
                Quinn’s recommendation for a fresh recording 
                of the Bliss Violin Concerto. We have 
                had the Campoli version for years but 
                the under-recognised Georgiadis who 
                revived the work with the composer in 
                the same 1975 BBC studio concert as 
                an early performance of the Metamorphic 
                Variations. The conductor was Vernon 
                Handley.
              Mildly curious and still wondering 
                about this disc? I recommend you get 
                it. Bliss enthusiast? Well, you’ve already 
                bought it.
              Rob Barnett
               
                
              
see also review 
                by John Quinn