The booklet contains the usual assurances about "history 
          in the making" etc, but we’re used to this and wary. I would single 
          out the op. 8/11 étude as evidence that this is an artist of 
          real quality. This dreamy music is caught to absolute perfection and 
          with rare poetry. In general the Scriabin group is handled with both 
          great observance of the score and total spontaneity. The naturalness 
          of Lang Lang’s talent is not in doubt. However, I would point to op. 
          8/12 which, among much that is sweepingly fine, sounds a warning bell 
          or two. Lang Lang has a habit, when the music is building up to a climax, 
          of pulling back, drifting into a piano and then starting to build 
          up again. This could become a mannerism if it is not checked, and I 
          think it accounts for the fact that the Rachmaninov (I noted a particular 
          example of this in the first movement cadenza) is more effective in 
          reverie than in surging climaxes. 
        
 
        
Granted that Lang Lang and Temirkanov seem to be agreed 
          in presenting a rather elegiac view of the concerto – on his own the 
          conductor gets lethargic at times – and granted that there is a lot 
          of highly poetic work here, the performance seems not yet entirely focused. 
          In the second movement, in particular, changes of tempo sometimes burst 
          upon us, spoiling the flow and segmenting the music. 
        
 
        
Another reason why this is a nice souvenir of an artist 
          who is surely here to stay rather than a first choice for Rach 3 is 
          that the recording is not ideally balanced. Near the beginning the piano 
          seemed too forward, obscuring the melodic writing in the strings, then 
          later some wind solos, particularly from the bassoon, popped right out, 
          yet, when we really needed to hear them, as when in the second movement 
          the first movement main theme is recalled against iridescent piano writing, 
          these same wind instruments are hardly audible. The microphones have 
          concentrated on the strings’ front desks to the extent that we hear 
          their individual vibrato, and this has the effect of making it sound 
          as though they are only about four to the part, which I presume was 
          not the case. 
        
 
        
So, a slightly guarded welcome, and a suggestion that 
          Lang Lang works, at least on record, mainly on smaller canvasses for 
          the moment (more Scriabin? Some Chopin?) until he has filled out to 
          heroic-concerto size. But, if you want to follow the career of a highly 
          promising talent, don’t hesitate, and some of the Scriabin performances 
          will not be easily bettered elsewhere. 
        
 
        
        
Christopher Howell 
        
See also review 
          by Jonathan Woolf
        
        
Marc 
          Bridle interviews lang Lang