These two concertos form a pairing which is logical and convenient 
                  but by no means ubiquitous. The Cello Concerto No. 1 
                  is the more widely recorded of the two, with impressive accounts 
                  from the likes of Han-Na Chang (see review), 
                  and the more enduring dedicatee’s version, Mstislav Rostropovich 
                  with Eugene Ormandy in 1959 and now available on Sony Classical. 
                  One of the best discs of these two works is with Rafał 
                  Kwiatkowski on the Dux label (see review). 
                  Aside from Peter Wispelwey’s recording of the Cello 
                  Concerto No. 2 along with Britten’s Third Suite 
                  on Challenge Classics, there doesn’t seem to be much choice 
                  in this repertoire when it comes to SACD recordings, so this 
                  Chandos release enters the market with a useful USP. 
                    
                  Enrico Dindo won the Rostropovich Cello Competition in 1997 
                  and has been performing widely since, also making recordings 
                  which have included Bach’s Suites and Vivaldi Concertos 
                  on Italian Decca. His playing here is remarkably rich, obtaining 
                  deep and richly expressive tones from a Rogeri instrument from 
                  1717. The cello sound is forward, bordering on the surrealist 
                  as with so many concerto recordings these days, but not intolerably 
                  massive in relation to the orchestra. In fact this is one of 
                  the genuine strengths of this recording, with masses of colour 
                  and detail from a very powerful sounding Danish National Symphony 
                  Orchestra. The opening of the Cello Concerto No. 1 throws 
                  down the gauntlet in this regard, the double-bassoon sounding 
                  like you’ve never heard it in any other recording; dug 
                  into with such gusto that you’d expect the floor to shake 
                  and the keys to be shaken off by the vibrations. The excitement 
                  in the playing is in its shaping and development, building stirring 
                  structures rather than hitting us constantly with masses of 
                  relentless intensity. The horn-calls are also marvellous in 
                  this first Allegretto, woodwinds competing with the soloist 
                  through grating dissonance and dramatic release. Perhaps the 
                  strings could have had more presence to make the whole thing 
                  a tad more credible. They should come into their own in that 
                  most gorgeous and moving of Shostakovich statements, the central 
                  Moderato. Even here though, the first horn entry far 
                  outweighs the texture of the entire body of strings. Behind 
                  the soloist they do seem to be rather at a disadvantage in the 
                  balance. Just taking one comparison, that with Thorleif Thedéen 
                  and James DePreist on the BIS label, the balance brings the 
                  strings that much more into the picture. This allows a more 
                  equal interaction which can carry greater emotional heft. Thedéen 
                  is a little more heart-on-sleeve than Dindo, with a tighter 
                  vibrato and a more vocal way of expressing the melodic lines. 
                  I wouldn’t swap this BIS disc for the Chandos one now, 
                  but still find it has a good deal to offer. 
                    
                  Whether or not you find the recorded balance a problem, Enrico 
                  Dindo’s solo lines carry so much emotional strength that 
                  you will find yourself gripped from beginning to end. One of 
                  my old favourites for these pieces is from Truls Mørk 
                  with the London Philharmonic and Mariss Jansons on the Virgin 
                  Classics label. Certain aspects of Noseda’s approach do 
                  remind me of the Jansons recording, but I have to admit that 
                  Dindo gets as much and more out of the music than almost any 
                  rival I can name. Like the texture in the inky lines of a Ralph 
                  Steadman drawing, Dindo delights in thickening and thinning 
                  sustained notes so that we are constantly in a state of awe 
                  and expectation, even when Shostakovich is in passages of transition. 
                  Listen in the Moderato to the general sonic picture at 
                  about 7:00 and on though: the intensity of the upper strings 
                  in the orchestra is almost entirely absent, which undermines 
                  at least some of that good work. Dindo’s expressive playing 
                  gives the impression of space, but Noseda’s tempi are 
                  generally a tad more brisk and compact than many. Jansons takes 
                  12:32 with this Moderato for instance, compared to Noseda’s 
                  10:50. 
                    
                  The rough peasant feel in the final movement of this first concerto 
                  is something to relish; the aural glue not quite holding together 
                  as the winds advance in the balance and give us a kick from 
                  time to time. It has an undeniable grip and snatch flowing from 
                  Noseda’s treatment, an uncompromising approach which drags 
                  us along mercilessly and never lets go. 
                    
                  Shostakovich’s Cello Concerto No. 2 is dark from 
                  the outset, the mood superbly set through the solo cello and 
                  lower strings in the opening bars. The imagination is teased 
                  by fragmentary moments of brooding beauty, such as the repeated 
                  double-stop gesture at around 4 minutes in. This is a bleak 
                  landscape and the kind of inner journey which can lead you to 
                  places both moving and disturbing. Dindo speaks emotively, the 
                  sighing downward gestures weighed with tears, the parlando 
                  moments confiding and gruff by turns. Shostakovich’s score 
                  in the first movement is as hard as nails, and the players nail 
                  it firmly. The bass drum thwacks from around 9:20 are an audiophile 
                  treat as well. 
                    
                  The acoustic space is emphasised in the open textures of the 
                  opening to the central Allegretto, and the sense of volume 
                  in the 5.0 SACD surround mix is very tactile indeed. Listen 
                  to the laughing winds from about 2:30: the playing is not only 
                  needle sharp, but is also filled with personality and character 
                  throughout. The theatricality of the opening to the final Allegretto 
                  has rarely been so sharply observed, and you expect an announcement 
                  from a melodramatic actor as much as you do the entry of the 
                  cello. Those ‘nice’ tunes as they arrive are all 
                  the more earth-shatteringly emotive for these extremes of contrast. 
                  Little operatic touches and that late-Shostakovich sense of 
                  a fatefully ticking time-bomb make the whole thing as touching 
                  and filled with narrative import as I can ever remember hearing. 
                  
                    
                  Chandos easily replaces its earlier release of this repertoire 
                  with Frans Helmerson and the Russian State Symphony Orchestra 
                  on CHAN 10040. This has some lovely playing and a decent concert 
                  hall balance, but with somewhat rough-and-ready qualities from 
                  the orchestra in some of the more technically demanding passages. 
                  Fans of these two concertos simply must have this recording 
                  from Dindo/Noseda. The cover photo of Red Square is strikingly 
                  atmospheric, and there are good booklet notes and pictures inside 
                  as well. Despite my reservations about the string balance which 
                  admittedly affects the scoring of the first concerto more than 
                  the second, this is a must-have and a life-changer for Shostakovich 
                  fans. 
                    
                  Dominy Clements