Well done to Campion and DI Music for picking up these 
          tapes. These works are by a Muscovite who studied with Khachaturian. 
          The music travels the well-worn tracks left by Rimsky-Korsakov and the 
          colouristic Slav nationalists. These are entertainments without toil 
          and profundity as one would expect from a composer of thirteen operettas 
          and musicals and two ballets. 
        
 
        
Remember all those novella style cinematographic piano 
          concertos of which the Warsaw Concerto is the best known? Well 
          Russian Caprice slips very neatly into that company. It 
          is not a work of any great depth. Its aim is surely to entertain - and 
          that it does. It is brilliant and echoes with sentimental Gershwin references 
          and Prokofiev's keyboard glitter. The Enchanted Wanderer is 
          unerringly Tchaikovskian with its melodic apparatus derived from the 
          Fifth Symphony. The 'Wanderer' of the title is an illiterate sage (based 
          on the eponymous novel by Nikolai Leskov (1831-1895)) who drifts through 
          Russia from town to city to hamlet. The Andersen Fairy Tales return 
          the listener to the gawky quirky piano solo writing of Prokofiev (Love 
          of Three Oranges), cheerful 'toy soldier' absurdity, Nutcracker 
          romance and, in the Thumbelina movement, sable-toned fantasy. 
          This is a 'piano concerto' trilogy with each panel related to a famous 
          Andersen fairytale: 1. The Steadfast Tin Soldier; 2. Thumbelina; 
          3. The Emperor's New Clothes. The Gypsy Rhapsody would 
          make a seamless pendant to a mixed recital with the Paganini and Wieniawski 
          concertos, Sarasate's Zigeunerweisen, Saint-Saëns' Caprice 
          Andalou and Waxman's Carmen Fantasy. It is flashy, opulently 
          romantic and showy. Ivanov and conspirators sell it for all its worth. 
        
 
        
If you hanker for a rather commercial equivalent of 
          a Malcolm Arnold with a Russian nationalist accent, someone who knows 
          his way around the virtuosic fancies of Rimsky, Balakirev and Prokofiev, 
          look no further. 
        
 
        
        
Rob Barnett