This disc is a feast 
                of wonderful music, superbly performed 
                and recorded. Barber’s concertos are 
                among the finest of that genre in the 
                20th century, though only 
                the Violin Concerto has achieved its 
                due popularity. On reflection, it is 
                quite easy to understand why; its effortless 
                lyricism and beauty of line make it 
                well-nigh irresistible. The other two 
                are more gritty, the composer using 
                a more challenging and contemporary 
                musical language. 
              
 
              
But they are well worth 
                the effort, and performances such as 
                these make the process a rare pleasure. 
                Isserlis characterises the solo part 
                of the Cello Concerto with the kind 
                of effortless virtuosity that has long 
                been his hallmark, yet misses nothing 
                of the musical variety and interest 
                packed into this busy, eventful piece. 
                His tone in the high register during 
                the first movement’s fine cadenza is 
                something very special, and he invests 
                the rhythmical finale and its tortuous 
                passage-work with great high spirits. 
              
 
              
The protagonist of 
                the Piano Concerto, John Browning, is 
                no less persuasive; no surprise, as 
                the piece was written for him and he 
                gave it its première in New York 
                back in 1962. This is a fascinating 
                work, with overtones of Rachmaninov 
                in its expansive melodic writing for 
                the piano, yet with an enjoyably hard-edged 
                modernity to the harmonies and rhythms. 
                The finale shows Barber’s sly sense 
                of humour to great effect, with whimsical 
                solos in the woodwind, and prominent 
                use of the trombone at one point. 
              
 
              
The Violin Concerto 
                – which opens the disc – is superbly 
                handled by Kyoko Takezawa. She is completely 
                equal to its technical challenges, but 
                her main achievement is to avoid wallowing, 
                and to allow the music to speak with 
                a freshness that is quite delightful. 
                She is helped, as are the other two 
                soloists, by a recording which seems 
                to have achieved the perfect balance 
                between soloist and orchestra. 
              
 
              
Leonard Slatkin, despite 
                the frustrations of his time at the 
                BBC, is hard to surpass in this kind 
                of music. The Saint Louis orchestra 
                play wonderfully well for him, and all 
                the details of scoring come through 
                with clarity and character. Some may 
                not like the sound of the solo oboe, 
                which is quintessentially American, 
                plangent, sweet, but with very little 
                vibrato; that is down to personal taste, 
                but you cannot fault the musicianship 
                and stylishness of the playing. Seventy-nine 
                minutes’ worth of pure musical pleasure 
                – at this price, what more could you 
                want? 
              
Gwyn Parry-Jones