This 
                  CD was originally released as Hyperion CDA66680, and now appears 
                  as a top notch recording and performance at budget price on 
                  Hyperion’s ‘Helios’ label. 
                
Tchaikovsky’s 
                  Piano Concerto No.1 is one of those pieces which has 
                  slipped in and out of my collection over the years. The one 
                  constant has been a lovely old LP copy of Sviatoslav Richter 
                  and the Vienna Symphony Orchestra under Herbert von Karajan 
                  from 1962. With very few minutes per side it has grooves like 
                  the guttering on a skittle alley and is a fine example of Deutsche 
                  Grammophon’s uncompromising attitude to quality over quantity. 
                  There are innumerable versions available on CD, notably with 
                  both Martha Agerich/Abbado and Lang Lang/Barenboim currently 
                  on DG, Mikhail Pletnev/Fedoseyev on Virgin and Emil Gilels/Reiner 
                  on RCA just to name a few heavyweight variants. With so many 
                  to chose from it seems almost pointless trying to pick and choose, 
                  and in the end Hyperion are making life easy for us by making 
                  such an engaging and involving recording accessible for less 
                  that the price of two pints of lager in a London pub. Demidenko’s 
                  technique is immaculate, and both his and that of Lazarev are 
                  muscular and athletic – pulling no punches in the first movement 
                  and the more skittish final Allegro con fuoco. The central 
                  Andante semplice has poetry and grace, and the whole 
                  thing is recorded with all the gloss and transparency one could 
                  hope for. This performance may possibly be lacking the last 
                  ounce of grandiose nobility or weighty heroism. However, you 
                  never get the feeling that there are any symbolic messages being 
                  over-emphasised, and I never felt I was missing anything either. 
                
The 
                  other really ascendant or transcendent star on this disc is 
                  a magical and gorgeously transparent recording of Scriabin’s 
                  Piano Concerto in F sharp minor. This was Scriabin’s 
                  first work to involve an orchestra, but the effortless dialogue 
                  between soloist and various sections and individuals from the 
                  orchestra show a natural feel for texture and the heightening 
                  of effect when piling on the emotional show for big tunes, or 
                  for the subtle touches of detail in numerous delightful counter-melodies. 
                  The matching of simplicity and waves of romantic splendour are 
                  well handled in the balance of this recording, so that things 
                  never seem to get stodgy. Worlds apart, Scriabin’s music was 
                  however recognised and respected by a forward looking composer 
                  such as Stravinsky, who no doubt identified a fellow individualist 
                  and warrior against bland conformity – the two in any case got 
                  on well enough when they met on a train journey not long before 
                  Scriabin’s untimely death. Scriabin’s idiom in this concerto 
                  is unashamedly romantic, but some colleagues such as Rimsky-Korsakov 
                  were less than enthusiastic. The work was generally well received 
                  elsewhere however, and a quick look in the current catalogue 
                  show it to be a fairly popular work, if not quite as universally 
                  accepted and over-exposed as the Tchaikovsky. Collectors concerned 
                  that this concerto will be as hard to digest as some of Scriabin’s 
                  later, more ‘transcendental’ works need have no fears; if anything 
                  the work shares more with the romanticism of Chopin, with a 
                  directness of utterance which is easy to follow and hard not 
                  to find attractive. 
                
              
With 
                Ateş Orga’s informative original booklet notes included, 
                this is a re-issue which ticks all the boxes on any scale of quality. 
                Don’t be put off by the dismally muddy scene on the cover: these 
                are colourful recordings of performances which can cure you of 
                the need to seek out any other.
                
                Dominy Clements