Mikhail Simonyan has mixed Russian and Armenian parentage. 
                  During his teen years he moved to the USA where he studied at 
                  the Curtis Institute. For his debut concerto recording he chose 
                  to represent these two parts of his life by these two beautiful 
                  concertos: the first quintessentially Armenian, the other maybe 
                  not so American. Barber always kept his distance from “Americana”. 
                  It’s still very Western but not in the cowboy sense. The 
                  album is a meeting place for East and West. The disc closes 
                  with Barber’s Adagio for Strings. 
                    
                  The first movement of the Khachaturian is fire-breathing 
                  and full-bodied. Its first theme is angular and bouncy and finds 
                  the soloist demonstrating excellent phrasing. In this concerto 
                  the orchestra is not a supporter but an equal partner and equals 
                  the soloist in enthusiastic brilliance. The tempi are alive 
                  and the drive is irresistible. In the second subject, Simonyan 
                  wears his heart on his sleeve. This theme is the glowing quintessence 
                  of the Armenian soul, and the soloist declares his roots unambiguously. 
                  The violin sings and dances and cries and laughs and flies on 
                  the wind. There’s just the right amount of pressure with 
                  the voice of the violin full and beautiful. All the effects 
                  are done with a sure hand - a presentation one would expect 
                  from a seasoned veteran, not from a debut recording. The long 
                  and elaborate cadenza by Artur Avanesov (commissioned by Simonyan) 
                  is not standard. It is deeply Armenian, maybe less of the postcard 
                  type than Khachaturian’s music. It is darker and more 
                  serious with roots growing from Armenian Church music. It reminded 
                  me strongly of Bartòk. This cadenza makes the entire 
                  work more sombre and serious; a good choice. 
                    
                  The slow movement is a sweet, exotic romance, like Nights 
                  in the Gardens of Armenia: a sensual, generously spiced 
                  lullaby over the mesmerizing slow rocking motion. The performers 
                  do not make the music lightweight and pretty but emphasise its 
                  living, difficult beauty. Clever phrasing brings in the sense 
                  of a narrative. The finale is a careless dance, colourful and 
                  witty. The tempo is fast, yet everything is well articulated. 
                  Simonyan does not make a single false step in this strenuous 
                  race. The music is propelled forward by accents which avoid 
                  it degrading into a commonplace moto perpetuo. 
                    
                  The recording quality is excellent. The violin is placed at 
                  the centre of the world with each nuance well registered. Overall, 
                  this is a really memorable account. 
                    
                  The first movement of Barber’s Concerto is bittersweet, 
                  a mix of nostalgic sadness with smiles; of sunny happiness with 
                  fairytale mystery. The performance speaks of aquiline flight, 
                  with an almost Beethovenian grandeur; the performers respect 
                  the pauses and do not rush. The slow movement is songlike and 
                  cool, almost Sibelian, a poem with a dramatic climax. Barber’s 
                  music is more personal than Khachaturian’s, so whereas 
                  the first concerto was about the Armenian soul, this one is 
                  about Barber’s soul: dark and saddened yet still with 
                  seas of love and beauty under the shell of ice. The performance 
                  is passionate, avoiding all glossy smoothness. 
                    
                  The finale never made complete sense to me. It seems a fussy 
                  display of virtuosity, attached but not quite connected to the 
                  other two movements. Khachaturian’s concerto in this sense 
                  is more monolithic and balanced. This is not really much ado 
                  about nothing, but certainly too much ado. Simonyan and Järvi 
                  bring reason into this flicker of notes, by good phrasing and 
                  putting accents so that there is a sense of aim and development. 
                  Their tempo is not breakneck fast, and the soloist - by his 
                  own words - “tried to use an almost folklike fiddling 
                  style”. As a result, instead of the usual irritation, 
                  I feel fascination. The recording balance between the soloist 
                  and the orchestra is especially important in this movement, 
                  and it is impeccably measured, so that the violin and the orchestra 
                  merge naturally. Simonyan plays with “even brilliance”, 
                  never letting the reins go slack. There’s an awful lot 
                  of notes, but Simonyan shows the purpose and importance of each 
                  and every one; they are all well articulated, but without rumbling. 
                  
                    
                  The disc is closed by Barber’s famous Adagio for Strings, 
                  arranged from the middle movement of his String Quartet, Op.11. 
                  The melody has an unusual character: it starts on a stable tone, 
                  and then goes away and around, avoiding any resolution, only 
                  returning to the stable shelf for fleeting moments only to slip 
                  back into the unsure. This leads to a feeling of endlessness 
                  and disconcert. It’s like seeing the firmament slowly 
                  slipping away. The tension builds to a soul-shattering yet transparent 
                  climax, a cutting, needle-sharp unison. I compared this reading 
                  with Bernstein and the LAPO. Bernstein’s reading is slower, 
                  quieter, tender and depressed, but also more luminous and transparent. 
                  Järvi and the LSO are more austere and solid, yet there 
                  is a feeling of freshness and sincerity. Their reading is completely 
                  devoid of sentimental goo. 
                    
                  I cannot say this new record is better than the classic David 
                  Oistrakh in Khachaturian or Isaac Stern in Barber, but it isn’t 
                  worse, either. It is different and, considering the excellent 
                  sound from the DG engineers, can be recommended even as the 
                  first and only recording of these two concertos. It is passionate 
                  and memorable.  
                  
                  Oleg Ledeniov