Many general musical histories give the impression that after 
                Rossini’s retirement from writing operas in 1829 he wrote only 
                minor works apart from the two large sacred works – the Stabat 
                Mater and the Petite Messe Solennelle. Certainly the 
                majority of the music contained in his two main collections of 
                music written after that date – Les Soirées Musicales and 
                Péchés de Vieillesse consist of relatively short pieces. 
                Despite their titles as a whole they are not trivial or unenjoyable. 
                Respighi made an astute decision in choosing to orchestrate a 
                number of them for Le Boutique Fantasque and Rossiniana. 
                Anyone who enjoys those arrangements is likely to want to get 
                to know the remainder of the collections from which Respighi made 
                his selection. 
                
The 
                  present disc contains the majority of Volume VI. No 11 –“Étude 
                  asthmatique” – will apparently be included in a later disc in 
                  Naxos’s intended complete Rossini piano music. The music we 
                  have here is full of variety, invention and wit. The longest 
                  piece, for instance, is entitled “Un petit train de plaisir, 
                  comique-imitatif”. It describes a train journey made by the 
                  composer, starting with the bell announcing the arrival of the 
                  train, getting aboard, the journey, and a satanic whistle before 
                  arriving at a station where “Les Lions Parisiens offrant la 
                  main aux Biches pour descendre du Wagon”. The journey continues 
                  but is stopped with a terrible derailment in which two people 
                  are mortally wounded, one going to Paradise and the other to 
                  Hell. A funeral march is followed by a cheery dance for their 
                  heirs. Like so much of this composer’s music there is a very 
                  knowing uncertainty over how it should be taken, but that it 
                  is a piece of real music and no mere joke I am in no doubts. 
                
However 
                  this is perhaps not so obvious from this recording. Alessandro 
                  Marangoni was born in Italy in 1970 and has had a varied career 
                  since he graduated in music and philosophy. He can certainly 
                  play the notes, but unfortunately is reluctant to follow all 
                  of Rossini’s directions, especially as regards dynamics, and 
                  has an irritating way of varying speeds without any direction 
                  to that effect in a way that is more than can be legitimately 
                  be described as rubato. The result is that the music 
                  lacks the sharpness of focus that is surely an essential part 
                  of the character of this composer’s music. Similar comments 
                  apply throughout the disc, for instance to the very lovely Une 
                  caresse à ma femme – one of those used by Respighi in La 
                  Boutique Fantasque. Here Rossini asks for two tempi – Andantino 
                  at the start and end, and Allegretto moderatissimo for 
                  the central section. Marangoni makes little difference between 
                  them and this blurs the overall character and form of the piece.
                
I 
                  am sorry to have to be negative about a disc containing music 
                  which is still relatively little known and which deserves the 
                  wider currency that this disc is likely to have. It is well 
                  recorded and is probably still worth having for the sake of 
                  the music itself, but it is really little more than a stopgap 
                  until a more idiomatic version becomes available. 
                
              
John 
                Sheppard