McLachlan is now something of a Chetham’s-Dunelm regular and this 
                is a programme he has recently promoted, not least in a Wigmore 
                Hall recital. His affinity for Russian music is something that 
                has marked him out for some years now and his recordings have 
                bolstered the catalogues, with Miaskovsky and Prokofiev very much 
                to the fore. 
              
There’s no Prokofiev 
                  here but Shostakovich bears the main weight of the recital. 
                  McLachlan’s take on the youthful first is incendiary. He’s viscerally 
                  and powerfully assertive and aggressive, making few concessions 
                  to more pliant approaches. A rival such as Konstantin Scherbakov 
                  on Naxos (8.555781) sounds almost pertly neo-classical in comparison, 
                  as well as two and a half minutes slower. The tension barely 
                  lets up in this performance with McLachlan having no patience 
                  for the kind of conciliatory approach favoured by such as Scherbakov. 
                  Finding a great deal of hectoring Prokofiev-like dynamism in 
                  the score McLachlan drives to climaxes with sometimes brutal 
                  assurance. 
                
In the much later 
                  Second Sonata he uses the Anglo-Soviet Music Press edition not 
                  the Sikorski (Hamburg) so one will note differences between 
                  the two. He finds nobility and mobility in the second subject 
                  of the opening movement and an eloquent degree of angularity 
                  in the central Largo. The longest movement though is the finale, 
                  a profound span in which McLachlan manages to spin the variations 
                  with considerable control and eloquence. Variation seven is 
                  especially moving, animated as it is by a nagging, doubtful 
                  left hand. 
                
Kabalevsky’s Third 
                  Sonata betrays a certain Shostakovich influence but its contrasts 
                  are confidently presented – its almost childlike melody unashamed 
                  – as well as its more riven paragraphs. The lyric slow movement 
                  surrounds a more bellicose central section whilst McLachlan 
                  digs energetically into the scamp-like whirlwind of the finale. 
                  It’s good to find Miaskovsky here and this is the pianist’s 
                  second recording of the Song and Rhapsody, a wartime diptych 
                  of nostalgic limpidity and eager hope. Ronald Stevenson’s brief 
                  Shostakovich tribute was written in 1975, commissioned in anticipation 
                  of his seventieth birthday but ultimately written in memoriam. 
                  Opening with a Recitativo it compactly coalesces an Aria and 
                  Adagio of a rather remote kind. 
                
Finally there’s 
                  Schedrin’s riotous and unpronounceable Tschastuschki, originally 
                  written for piano and orchestra but here heard in the much later 
                  revision for solo piano. This is a wicked piece of work, Lisztian 
                  in its difficulties, Prokofievian too; an incessant, toccata-like, 
                  syncopated, variational riot. The chants, especially the clearly 
                  more vulgar ones, are driven home with unabashed virtuosity 
                  and élan by McLachlan.
                
The recording quality 
                  is of a very acceptable level and the booklet notes, the pianist’s 
                  own, are more than helpful. My advance copy had a programme 
                  note addendum slip regarding the edition of the second sonata 
                  played but this will be inserted into the text in future printings. 
                  Otherwise this is a calling card of McLachlan considerable affinities 
                  in this repertoire; I’d test the early Shostakovich sonata first 
                  to see if you’re prepared to allow the pianist this level of 
                  incineration. 
                
Jonathan Woolf 
                
              
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