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 |  Sergei RACHMANINOV (1873-1943) Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor Op. 30 [40:46]
 Sergei PROKOFIEV (1891-1953)
 Piano Concerto No. 2 in G minor Op. 16 [30:58]
 Yuja Wang (piano)
 Simón Bolívar Symphony Orchestra of Venezuela/Gustavo Dudamel
 rec. live, Sala Simón Bolívar, Centro de Acción Social por la Música, Caracas, Venezuela, February 2013
 DEUTSCHE GRAMMOPHON 4791304 [71:41]
 
  
          There’s no shortage of piano prodigies these days, and the 
            Far East accounts for quite a few of them. Beijing-born Yuja Wang 
            is no exception; her career has really taken off and now she has a 
            recording contract with DG, whose excitable A&R department will 
            guarantee her maximum publicity. They’ve certainly done wonders 
            for Li Yundi and Lang Lang; indeed, these pianists are touted as the 
            fresh, young and very photogenic saviours of what doomsters see as 
            a dead or dying art. Gustavo Dudamel is also a media sensation, but 
            the hard-sell - designed to attract new audiences - is just as likely 
            to alienate the old ones.
 Pairing Rachmaninov’s Third and Prokofiev’s Second is 
            a shrewd piece of marketing though; both works are highly virtuosic 
            and they give the soloist and orchestra quite a workout. Trouble is, 
            there’s so much competition in this repertoire - especially 
            in the Rachmaninov - so whatever their public profile young artists 
            face a huge challenge. In his review 
            Brian Wilson lists some of the more familiar competitors. I’ve 
            chosen Vladimir Ashkenazy/Bernard Haitink and Valentina Lisitsa/Michael 
            Francis - both on Decca - as my comparative versions in the Rachmaninov; 
            for the Prokofiev I've selected Michel Béroff/Kurt Masur (EMI/Warner).
 
 Lisitsa’s Rachmaninov Third is one of the highlights of her 
            set (review). 
            Control of rhythm, phrasing and dynamics are exemplary, and the London 
            Symphony Orchestra are wonderful companions for the journey. First 
            impressions of Yuja Wang’s reading - snippets of which I’d 
            heard as a 24/96 download from Qobuz - are not unfavourable. I was 
            expecting an attention-seeking performance, perhaps even an unremitting 
            one, so the soft-grained Allegro came as a pleasant surprise. 
            For the most part I warmed to her playing, even though it doesn’t 
            have the suppleness - that elusive give and take - that I so admire 
            in Lisitsa’s recording.
 
 The gap widens in the Intermezzo, which exposes imprecisions 
            in the orchestra; and for all her inwardness Yuja Wang never seems 
            quite at ease with this lovely, surging music. True, she is splendid 
            in its grander moments and she delights in the glitter, yet the initial 
            spell, hesitantly cast, is too easily broken. As for the finale both 
            soloist and orchestra are too precipitous and Dudamel’s overheated 
            tuttis are most unwelcome. DG’s recording is nothing special 
            either, even allowing for the exigencies of a live concert; there’s 
            not much depth here, and climaxes are thin and fierce. By contrast 
            the piano lacks focus in the quieter, more reflective passages.
 
 If you want a multi-layered modern recording of this concerto that 
            combines Romantic blush with judicious musicianship - not to mention 
            a top-notch recording - then Lisitsa is the one to go for. The downside 
            is that the latter’s performance is only available as part of 
            a two-disc set, not all of which is entirely recommendable. That said, 
            those who idolise Yuja Wang won’t be deflected; the audience’s 
            roar of approval at the close says it all. Sadly the pleasures of 
            Yuja Wang’s Rachmaninov are just too intermittent. As far as 
            old-school interpretations go Earl Wild and Jascha Horenstein (Chandos) 
            haven’t worn too well, but Ashkenazy and Haitink are as fresh 
            and compelling as ever.
 
 I’m very attached to the Béroff/Masur set of Prokofiev 
            concertos, not least for the anarchic gleam that suffuses so many 
            of those performances. Admittedly the sound is bright and forward, 
            but few rivals capture the tic and twitch of these St-Vitus-like scores 
            with such glee. The second concerto has long stretches of cumulative 
            virtuosity that Béroff handles with aplomb; for all her dexterity 
            Yuja Wang never quite balances the see-saw of emotions - now mercurial, 
            now melancholic - that the music demands. Naked note-spinning simply 
            isn’t enough, I’m afraid. That said, the biggest turn-off 
            is Dudamel’s grotesque tuttis in the Scherzo. Nasty and 
            disproportionate they disfigure an already overblown performance.
 
 I’m generally very well disposed towards Dudamel, yet all too 
            often his natural - and infectious - enthusiasm overpowers his good 
            judgment. The result is capricious - how ponderous the start to the 
            Intermezzo - and the aggressive recording just compunds one’s 
            sense of bewilderment and fatigue. Alas, Yuja Wang throws herself 
            into the finale, which sounds unpardonably crude and incoherent. Showstopper 
            it may be, but there’s far more to this strange, penetrating 
            score than these artists would have us believe.
 
 No amount of assiduous marketing or fetching cover shots will persuade 
            me that discs like these are a good proposition. Do they broaden the 
            appeal of classical music - a well-rehearsed hand-wringer in this 
            business - or do they simply feed the ravenous cult of celebrity that 
            flourishes via social media? I don’t know the answer to either 
            of those questions, but I do accept that Yuja Wang is a very gifted 
            pianist indeed. One can only hope that her talent is sensibly directed 
            rather than ruthlessly exploited; then perhaps we’ll hear just 
            how good she really is.
 
 Decent Rachmaninov, misjudged Prokofiev; raw accompaniment and recording.
 
 Dan Morgan
 http://twitter.com/mahlerei
 
 Previous review: Brian 
            Wilson
 
 Masterwork Index: Rachmaninov 
            piano concerto 3
   
 
   
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