A big hurrah for this disk for it brings to us a major work 
                  by Alexina Louie, one of the brightest, and most exciting, composing 
                  talents to come out of Canada in recent years. Her music is 
                  full of the sounds of her Chinese heritage. She was born of 
                  second generation Canadians of Chinese descent, and she uses 
                  a full, rich and colourful palette in her works. Her language 
                  is modern, but one which speaks readily to an audience. This 
                  Concerto is a big virtuoso work, the piano taking the 
                  lead and the orchestra supplying a varied tapestry of sound 
                  to highlight the piano’s thoughts. There’s a lot 
                  going on in this work and it’s one of those pieces which 
                  really repay repeated hearings. The lyricism of the work might 
                  not be immediately apparent but it is full of tunes, and Louie 
                  works them out with a skill and grace which are typical of her 
                  music. Louie is a major composer who we should hear much more 
                  of, and I hope that this fabulous Concerto will win her 
                  many friends. The performance, conducted by Alex Pauk, Louie’s 
                  husband and a particularly sympathetic interpreter of her work, 
                  is very good indeed, and has the mark of authenticity. 
                  
                  Violet Archer’s Concerto comes as a shock after the hothouse 
                  of Louie’s work for here is very much a divertissement 
                  of a piece, the outer movements being sparkling and vivacious 
                  surrounding a rather more severe and serious slow movement. 
                  The ending is pure farce with big gestures, à la virtuoso 
                  vehicle being mocked and over-done. This is a pleasing enough 
                  piece, more than a bit of fluff, certainly, but despite Kenneth 
                  Winters’ assertion that “… it is a masterpiece 
                  …” it isn’t and doesn’t have the real 
                  quality sufficient to be a major contribution to the Piano Concerto 
                  literature. 
                  
                  Kuzumenko’s Piano Concerto begins in a very uncompromising 
                  manner with dissonance and a bravura cadenza for the soloist. 
                  That done, it turns into a neo-classical romp which, oddly, 
                  reminds me of Arthur Bliss’s Piano Concerto. The central 
                  movement changes style into a frozen northern landscape such 
                  as one which we have heard from Vagn Holmboe. The finale is 
                  a fast race and reminds one of Alan Rawsthorne. The problem, 
                  and I think you will have realised what I am about to write, 
                  is that this work, which is very competently written and everything 
                  happens just as it should do is lacking a really original voice. 
                  I don’t, for one minute, think that Kuzumenko is copying 
                  the composers whose names I have mentioned, rather she has happened 
                  onto the same sounds for which the others are known. Ironically, 
                  this work receives the best recorded sound – and it should 
                  be good considering that one of the engineers is the fabulous 
                  Stretch Quinney. 
                  
                  The sound for Louie and Archer is rather distant but an increase 
                  in volume can help this. Balance between soloist and orchestra 
                  is generally good and the notes, in English and French, will 
                  be of help to those unfamiliar with these composers. This issue 
                  is essential listening for anyone interested in new music and 
                  is particularly important for giving us the magnificent Alexina 
                  Louie work.
                  
                  Bob Briggs