Balakirev’s ‘Oriental fantasy’ Islamey is probably his 
                  best-known piano piece, and hearing Freddy Kempf play it – review 
                  - reminds me just how different it is to anything written by 
                  other members of the ‘Five’. While the Piano Sonata No. 2 
                  lacks the overt exoticism of Islamey one could be forgiven 
                  for thinking it was cast from a Lisztian mould. Indeed, all 
                  the works recorded here look west of the Urals for their inspiration 
                  – to Chopin in particular. But whatever their origins or leanings, 
                  these bravura pieces demand fearless interpreters. Given that 
                  the British-born pianist Danny Driver has only recorded C.P.E. 
                  Bach and York Bowen thus far, one might wonder whether he’s 
                  an obvious choice for late Romantic Russian repertoire. 
                  
                  All doubts evaporate minutes into the sonata. The measured, 
                  quasi-baroque flavour of the opening statement is light years 
                  away from the free-flowing, rhapsodic pianism one might expect 
                  from such a work. But there’s magic in the air, and Balakirev 
                  transforms this austere theme into music of real feeling and 
                  rare delight. Driver brings warmth and spontaneity to every 
                  bar. The subtleties of phrasing and colour are faithfully caught 
                  in this lovely, mellow recording. As so often with Hyperion’s 
                  piano discs, perspectives are very natural, and there are no 
                  sonic nasties at either end of the audio spectrum. 
                  
                  The second movement – a mazurka adapted from an early sonata 
                  – is no less appealing. Once again that formal opening gives 
                  way to music – and playing – of disarming brilliance. That’s 
                  not as paradoxical as it sounds, for restraint in music that 
                  lends itself to self-aggrandisement is most welcome, especially 
                  when there are so many details to be unearthed along the way. 
                  That’s certainly true of the Intermezzo, where Driver’s burbling 
                  rhythms and judicious control of dynamics are very impressive 
                  indeed. Even in the mercurial writing of the Allegro, he balances 
                  virtuosity with vision, a talent that’s all too rare in a field 
                  where technique is often worshipped to the exclusion of all 
                  else. 
                  
                  The B minor Nocturne begins with that deceptive – but 
                  now familiar – air of simplicity, before modulating into something 
                  altogether more virile. Yes, comparison with Chopin is inevitable, 
                  but behind this muscular music beats a gentle heart, a duality 
                  that Driver brings out most beautifully. The two mazurkas that 
                  follow are just as vigorous – what clarity and precision – but 
                  in the second Driver digs deep and finds an extra degree of 
                  inwardness, of melancholy, that is very special. Indeed, it’s 
                  that ability to articulate these inner tensions that makes this 
                  such a rewarding recital, adding substance to music that some 
                  might dismiss as lightweight or just plain derivative. 
                  
                  The coruscating Valse-Caprice should silence such criticism; 
                  true, it’s more overtly virtuosic than anything we’ve heard 
                  thus far, but Driver rises to the occasion with playing of controlled 
                  passion and power. Even here he finds humanity and warmth behind 
                  the cascade of notes. The B flat major Waltz is no less 
                  accomplished and those hesitant rhythms are wittily done. Really, 
                  Hyperion have done a sterling job with this recording; there’s 
                  no unwelcome glare or hardness in the effervescent treble or 
                  loss of focus in the weighty bass. 
                  
                  The Lark – based on a song by Glinka – is sketched with 
                  the lightest of strokes, Driver sounding wonderfully refined 
                  throughout. This captivating piece makes the strongest possible 
                  contrast with the Scherzo and Polka that follow. 
                  Now this really is unbridled virtuosity but, as always, 
                  Driver has enough of a grip on the reins to ensure brisk – but 
                  orderly – progress. In his excellent liner-notes David Fanning 
                  likens the final Polka – en passant at least – 
                  to Gottschalk’s Le bananier. Intrigued I took down my 
                  copy of the relevant Philip Martin CD – Hyperion CDA66459 – 
                  and I must agree. Incidentally, inquisitive pianophiles would 
                  do well to investigate that excellent series, which is also 
                  very well played and recorded. 
                  
                  I haven’t enjoyed a piano recording this much since Marc-André 
                  Hamelin’s 12 Études in all the minor keys – review 
                  – which made it onto my shortlist of picks for 2010. It’s clear 
                  from this collection that Danny Driver is a pianist of exceptional 
                  skill and promise. Indeed, I look forward to any future collaborations 
                  with Hyperion, whose fine piano recordings make them an ideal 
                  fit for an artist of this calibre. 
                  
                  Dan Morgan