Labor Records is a 
                label that has had more of a focus on 
                music and artists from the countries 
                of Albania and the former Yugoslavian 
                republics than other classical labels 
                in recent memory. They continue the 
                connection on this release: the first 
                volume of a series João Carlos 
                Martins is recording of left-hand piano 
                music. Martins has made quite a few 
                recordings for Labor, including the 
                complete works of Johann Sebastian Bach 
                for keyboard, an epic undertaking for 
                any pianist. With Martins, it was far 
                more of an epic undertaking than just 
                about anyone else. His career has been 
                one long series of health catastrophes 
                and comebacks, from a 1960s soccer injury 
                to his elbow that damaged the nerves 
                leading to his right hand, various operations 
                to improve mobility of his fingers, 
                and a mugging in Sofia that damaged 
                the brain cells controlling his right 
                arm. He attempted a comeback focusing 
                on left-hand repertoire, only to have 
                a tumour discovered that affected his 
                left hand. His story is one of grim 
                determination. 
              
 
              
All of this, now that 
                it’s been documented in film, book, 
                and Internet and included here in this 
                review, makes me wish I enjoyed the 
                music on this CD more. The Ravel, compared 
                to other commercial recordings, has 
                a stilted quality, especially in the 
                orchestra; a wooden gait that, at the 
                concerto’s outset, takes far too long 
                to get off the ground, substituting 
                extremely low volume for real musical 
                tension. The National Orchestra of Monte 
                Carlo on Werner Haas’s recording for 
                Philips in the 1960s, by comparison, 
                has a great deal more lyricism and sweep. 
                It isn’t only with the orchestra, unfortunately, 
                that things feel laboured. The ending 
                cadenza, especially, lacks a sense of 
                tension in the moment or liquidity of 
                playing. Martins pokes hard at the keyboard 
                in this section and the overall feel 
                is harsh and confused. Of the pieces 
                represented here, the Ravel is least 
                successful. 
              
 
              
Faring better is the 
                Scriabin Nocturne, but it still lacks 
                that gentle singing tone that makes 
                this piece shine. Where the right voicing 
                allows the melody to melt, it is given 
                more of a hard-edge and sadly loses 
                much of its delight. The Etudes that 
                follow, later works of Saint-Saëns, 
                are lighter - and often light-hearted 
                - works that likely will be of interest 
                to music-lovers in that they aren’t 
                often recorded. The feeling here is 
                much more comfortable, with a sense 
                of play and ease that was almost uncomfortably 
                absent on the Ravel and the Scriabin. 
                Particularly enjoyable are the two central 
                pieces, the Moto Perpetuo and 
                the Bourée. The lyrical 
                pieces on this disc suffer; the following 
                Elegie, like the Scriabin in 
                particular, lacks the liquid tone and 
                limpidity that would show this piece 
                to advantage. 
              
 
              
Another piece that 
                may catch the eye of music-lovers is 
                Brahms’s own transcription of the last 
                movement of Bach’s Partita No. 2 for 
                solo violin. Considering Martins’ long-standing 
                work with Bach, this is an obvious end 
                to the disc, and here certainly the 
                tone is more assured, less laboured, 
                and concise, if not always comfortably 
                under control. There are also some strange 
                changes in the sound of the piano around 
                the five-minute mark, as if someone 
                threw a thick blanket over the piano 
                for a minute. This may be a tape flaw 
                or an edit, but the effect is distracting, 
                and it recurs more than once over the 
                course of the piece. 
              
 
              
In closing, people 
                can look into this recording for the 
                less-often-encountered works presented 
                here such as the Saint-Saëns and 
                Bach/Brahms, but overall, the Ravel 
                and Scriabin can be found on far more 
                enjoyable terms elsewhere. 
              
David Blomenberg