The centre-piece of this concert, the closing concert of the 
                  First International Rostropovich Festival given in April 2010, 
                  was Rachmaninoff's The Bells. Presiding was José Serebrier, 
                  whose Russian roots are strong, and whose idiomatic conducting 
                  of such music - for example his top class Glazunov symphony 
                  cycle (Warner) - adds lustre to the enterprise. (Watch out also 
                  for Serebrier's complete Glazunov concertos which is "in 
                  the works" Ed.).
                What's so consistently impressive about his account of the 
                  Rachmaninoff is its marrying of architectural surety and consistently 
                  fine vocal and instrumental contributions. Sometimes one has 
                  one, but not the other. Here we have both. This applies equally 
                  to the trio of soloists, Lyubov Petrova, Andrei Popov and Sergei 
                  Leiferkus, and indeed to the engineering which captures the 
                  full sound spectrum with commendable fidelity and no loss of 
                  focus. The audience is also very quiet. Critics often remark 
                  on this fact, as if puzzling to themselves whether so many patching 
                  sessions have taken place that the original concert has been 
                  entirely effaced. Here it seems not, and once can well believe 
                  it given the conductor's methodical and eloquent control throughout. 
                  The pacing of The Bells is notably successful. Serebrier is 
                  a good deal tauter than, say, Svetlanov who preferred to locate 
                  a greater weight in the two Lento movements, the first in particular, 
                  which he drew out to its full expressive capacity. It is a perfectly 
                  acceptable view, though I suspect many listeners will prefer 
                  the greater sense of movement Serebrier unleashes, the better 
                  to proportion the work more securely. He takes a very similar 
                  tempo as Svetlanov in the Scherzo but Serebrier's account is 
                  better balanced and recorded than the rival Russian account.
                The rest of the concert is equally desirable. It began with 
                  a sparkling performance of Shostakovich's Festive Overture, 
                  a compound here of brio, brilliance and surefooted musical good 
                  sense, and avoiding pot-boiling pitfalls. Glazunov's Chant du 
                  ménestrel, with cellist Wen-Sinn Yang, receives a warm 
                  and thoughtful reading, with fine wind statements into the bargain. 
                  We also have Stokowski's bold and powerful orchestration of 
                  the Entr'acte from Act IV of Mussorgsky's Khovanschina, the 
                  glistening power of which elicits a chorus of 'bravos' from 
                  the audience. And to close we have the conductor's own impressive 
                  orchestration of Rachmaninoff's Vocalise, written for, and unveiled 
                  at, the commemorative event.
                There are no texts for The Bells, though I daresay this will 
                  not debar many from acquiring this superb performance. In fact, 
                  the whole concert is a success from beginning to end - interpretatively, 
                  sonically and programmatically. 
                Jonathan Woolf