Jonathan Plowright is more than just the next ‘new thing’ 
      to arrive on the piano scene, having already earned considerable laurels 
      and awards for CD recordings which include works by 
Paderewski, 
      and his 
Hommage 
      à Chopin on the Hyperion label. With his BIS début we have the first 
      of what promises to be a fascinating journey.
       
      Plowright wakes us up from the start with his 
Sonata No. 3, with 
      the last chord of each bar in the proclaiming opening theme seemingly wilfully 
      truncated. Just a quick reminder of Murray Perahia on Sony Classical here 
      reminds us how ‘fat’ these chords are usually made. Plowright follows Brahms’ 
      notation accurately, though you might expect to see eighth rather than quarter 
      notes at the end of each bar on hearing this version. This is also in contrast 
      to my main reference, that of Radu Lupu in his Decca recording (see 
review). 
      Plowright is going for a maximum of clarity, easing up as much as possible 
      on the use of the pedal and managing to retain expressive lyricism without 
      always feeling the need to elongate bass notes or harmonic supports beyond 
      their written value.
       
      Without going into a micro-analysis of this performance, Jonathan Plowright’s 
      recording of this work goes beyond the ‘orchestral’ of Lupu. If Brahms ever 
      wrote a symphony for the piano then the 
Sonata No. 3 Op.5 is very 
      much this piece, and Plowright’s range of expression, his daring periods 
      of absolute repose, extended passages of development and extremes of contrast 
      deliver this impression as few other performances I have encountered. He 
      is not particularly controversial in this however, pretty much keeping to 
      the letter of Brahms’ score – more so in fact than Lupu, who has a tendency 
      to stretch some rhythmic features. This individualism in the latter ultimately 
      results in a magnificent, but more pianistic performance. With Plowright 
      I kept coming back to that idea of a piano reduction of a tremendous symphonic 
      work – the sheer heft of a grand musical tradition carrying the music beyond 
      pianism to something which engages the imagination on multiple levels.
       
      It feels as if it should be, but the first movement is by no means the longest, 
      and Plowright’s second 
Andante espressivo movement is a good minute 
      and a half longer than Lupu’s at nearly 14 minutes. This is more the romanticism 
      of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight’ rather than anything overblown and Mahlerian, 
      but you can sense the music pulling in those two directions, seeking expression 
      which is perhaps just beyond the capabilities of a single keyboard, but 
      achieving a satisfying synthesis of other-worldly transcendence and delicious 
      harmonic thrills. The sometimes brutal waltz of the 
Scherzo is 
      taken more swiftly than Lupu, sweeping us along in more of a Viennese whirl 
      than introducing that sense of dark Mussorgskian danger that Lupu sometimes 
      implies. With the 
Intermezzo Plowright is more meditative, again 
      bringing us in not much short of two minutes longer than Lupu. This turns 
      just two pages of music into something truly magical: less a transition 
      than a kind of inner garden from beyond and over which the big branches 
      of the other movements sway, and not necessarily invitingly. It is with 
      the 
Finale that the urgency of Plowright’s basic tempo in the opening 
      makes Lupu sound as if he is seeking some kind of Lisztian poetry – by which 
      I don’t imply negative comparison, but with Plowright the feeling of the 
      journey home kicks in much earlier. He deals with the 
rubato demands 
      which Brahms keeps throwing in an with irresistible sense of colour and 
      time suspended, and even that patriotic section after bar 140 or 3:22 on 
      this recording is elegantly inspiring, even if it does sound as if Brahms 
      has copped out a little on the white heat of inspiration which permeates 
      the rest of the work. This is Plowright’s ‘symphonic’ feel at work again, 
      alive to Brahms’ inclination to reach into the variations stockpile in order 
      to gain footholds on new musical regions, and the fireworks with which the 
      piece ends are indeed spectacular.
       
      Murray Perahia is pretty hard to beat in his magnificent Sony Classical 
      recording of the 
Handel Variations (see 
review), 
      and I’m still a big admirer of Garrick Ohlsson’s Hyperion recording (see 
      
review). 
      Plowright is around 3 minutes longer than both overall, taking quite a broad 
      perambulatory view of the little 
Variation III and giving just 
      that extra feeling of sustain in some the slower variations – nothing too 
      extreme, but enough to deliver a performance with a grander sense of scale 
      and proportion than either of the two comparison examples. Plowright’s faster 
      variations are every bit as spectacular and exciting as you would want however, 
      and he delivers all of that rhythmic punch and swing which makes much of 
      this music so compelling. BIS has very kindly given every variation its 
      own access point, which is invaluable for study purposes or if you are just 
      after that quick inspirational Brahms ‘fix’; keying in 
Variation XX 
      for instance, just to make sure all is well with the world before dashing 
      out of the front door.
       
      This production is every bit up to BIS’s usual high standards, with the 
      piano superbly captured in the now familiar Potton Hall acoustic, and with 
      fine booklet notes by Malcolm MacDonald. Having already heard plenty of 
      recordings of this repertoire, and indeed constantly seeing the same music 
      crop up in the new release catalogues I was beginning to wonder if now might 
      be the time to throw in the towel and do something other than this reviewing 
      lark. Jonathan Plowright’s performances soon made me into a believer again, 
      and I suggest he might be able to do the same for you.
       
      
Dominy Clements
       
      Momentary sceptic turned back into believer by brilliant new Brahms.