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            Frédéric CHOPIN 
              (1810-1849)  
              Waltz in C-sharp minor op 64/2 [3:19]  
              Sonata No. 2 in F minor op. 35 [22:43]  
              Ballade No. 4 in F minor op. 52 [10:26]  
              Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor op. 21 [29:41]  
              Mazurka in A minor op. 17/4 [4:54]  
              Bonus Video: Warsaw-Paris  
                
              Khatia Buniatishvili (piano)  
              Orchestre de Paris/Paavo Järvi (Piano Concerto)  
              rec. 12-15 March 1012, Jesus-Christus-Kirche, Berlin and 13, 15 
              September 2011, Salle Pleyel, Paris (Piano Concerto, live 
              recording)  
                
              SONY CLASSICAL 88691971292 [70:59]   
             
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                  I first came across Khatia Buniatishvili on the ECM label’s 
                  Tchaikovsky Trio Op. 50 (see review), 
                  but Sony given her a higher profile through her Liszt recital 
                  of 2011, and now with this substantial programme of Chopin. 
                  Buniatishvili’s own essay in the booklet, Warsaw-Paris, 
                  is pretty impenetrable, and Jürgen Otten’s notes 
                  are also colourful and somewhat subjective in parts. It is however 
                  good to read about these pieces in the context of the composer’s 
                  personal turmoil, travails and troubles.  
                     
                  Personal response to Chopin’s music is something to which 
                  you can warm, or which can all go horribly wrong. Perhaps Sony 
                  sees Khatia Buniatishvili as an answer to Deutsche Grammophon’s 
                  Alice 
                  Sara Ott, but whoever is driving the piano there is always 
                  a fine line between reaching as closely as possible to what 
                  one believes to be the intent of the composer, and expressing 
                  personal responses which can add or detract. The question as 
                  to whether you like any player’s interpretations and performances 
                  will depend on too many factors to make the equally subjective 
                  comment of a review in any way a definitive pronouncement.  
                     
                  So, do I like this CD? The answer is yes, and the reasons are 
                  in fact fairly straightforward. It might seem a strange place 
                  to start, but right in the middle on track 5 of a 10 track disc 
                  we have the bizarre Finale: Presto of the Sonata No. 
                  2. Buniatishvili has a way of teasing her Chopin out of 
                  silence, of traversing the keyboard in a way which isn’t 
                  wafty and vague, but which creates landscapes from a water-table 
                  of infinite nothingness. Some pianists play this Presto 
                  as a kind of storm, which can be highly impressive and exciting, 
                  but when it turns out to be full of melody and inner life, as 
                  Buniatishvili superbly demonstrates, then you know there is 
                  a great deal of sensitivity and intelligence at work. Her lyrical 
                  touch at the keyboard is in evidence everywhere, and though 
                  the tempo is perhaps a little brisk, the Ballade No. 4 
                  sings sweetly and, while expressively flexed, isn’t over-worked 
                  with the tortured rubato to which it can on occasion be treated. 
                  Yes, we’re still working outwards from the centre for 
                  the moment, so let’s have a look at the famous Marche 
                  funèbre of the Sonata No. 2. Buniatishvili 
                  doesn’t over-egg the drama at the outset, taking a forward-moving 
                  tempo and keeping proportion and shape so that the climaxes 
                  can have their devastating effect in context, rather than being 
                  extruded from something attempting to be orchestral and heavy 
                  with portent. Chopin’s funeral is touched with the sentiment 
                  of love and regret as well as the darkness of mortality, and 
                  Buniatishvili brings out this aspect of the music with beautiful 
                  playing and disarming simplicity.  
                     
                  Does having a full concerto work in the context of what is basically 
                  a recital CD? Well yes, why not. The Piano Concerto No. 2 
                  comes from a concert performance which is really gorgeous. The 
                  orchestra is perhaps rather shy sounding, with the piano dominant 
                  in the recorded balance which is always something of a bugbear 
                  of mine, but with Buniatishvili’s chamber-music rather 
                  than grandstanding style the whole thing works like poetry. 
                  The piano entry for the Larghetto second movement is 
                  magical, working the overtone-series like build-up of the chord, 
                  and the singing lines are like the brushstrokes of a master 
                  artist. With its dramas and transparency of timbre this is a 
                  performance which makes you wish the movement would go on for 
                  much, much longer, and that has to be a good thing. Buniatishvili’s 
                  lightness of touch makes the Allegro vivace finale into 
                  something playful and filled with sparkling joy, rather than 
                  something heavy and bombastic.  
                     
                  We are lead in with the C# minor of the Waltz op. 64/2, 
                  which has as much of a major-key feel as it does melancholy 
                  minor. Going back to Alice Sara Ott’s version I can admire 
                  her technique, but am troubled by rhythmic overly-artful distortions 
                  which see elements of the actual waltz-ness of the piece leaking 
                  through rather than being celebrated. Buniatishvili plays the 
                  music with a nice sense of lift which actually makes you feel 
                  more like dancing - getting you to your feet but then whirling 
                  you off into something unexpected and, if you are still trying 
                  to keep up, literally breathtaking. I appreciate Buniatishvili’s 
                  naughty character in this waltz, but its opposite number in 
                  this programme is the killer blow, the Mazurka in A minor 
                  op. 17/4. Almost wilfully, Buniatishvili plays Chopin’s 
                  notes with a sense of directness which heightens their impact, 
                  the composer’s simple but intensely desolate message told 
                  like a rhyme, but in words of unforgettable woe.  
                     
                  Playable on computer, the bonus video on this CD is a nicely 
                  moody black and white period piece, a little over five minutes 
                  filled with nostalgic images of romance, departure, nice dresses 
                  and inclement weather. It all goes a bit strange towards the 
                  end and the editing is a bit random, but for the most part the 
                  effect is convincing enough. Aside from a more coherent narrative, 
                  my main wish with this kind of thing would be a far more imaginative 
                  use of the music. Chopin’s piano sounds are nicely atmospheric, 
                  laying on the Mazurka in A minor as an emotional mainstay 
                  and using and extract from the Finale of Sonata No. 
                  2 as something dramatically avant-garde, but the music exists 
                  in parallel rather than genuine symbiosis with the images. This 
                  neither really sells the album by shaping the film to the shape 
                  of an entire Chopin piece, or creating something new. The latter 
                  could have been achieved with a deeper look into Chopin’s 
                  sonorities and emotional breadth by capturing its essence, rather 
                  than spraying it on in bits and bobs.  
                     
                  There is a masculine vitality to Artur Rubinstein’s playing 
                  of Chopin which elevated his music beyond the pastel shades 
                  of drawing-room entertainment, but Buniatishvili shows us shades 
                  of subtlety and dimensions of dynamic and layers of expression 
                  which resonate greatly for today’s ears. I can’t 
                  guarantee they will for you, but if you love Chopin’s 
                  music I would hope you can hear something in this which allows 
                  it to thrive, even, or especially, in our own scorched and obscurantist 
                  culture.  
                     
                  Dominy Clements   
                 
                  
                   
                 
             
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