This is an exotic item: a Russian pianist and 
                  conductor, a South American orchestra and a Belgian classical 
                  label. We have all the right ingredients for adventure. Do they 
                  come together successfully? 
                
 
                
Petukhov gives, as the Scots say, braw performances 
                  seemingly unphased, in fact enthused, by the presence of an 
                  audience and the evening's ambience of mixed expectations. His 
                  technique is strong as might be expected from the winner of 
                  the International Queen Elisabeth prize in 1975. The Belgian 
                  competition may well explain the interest of Pavane. Did he 
                  know that his performances on those two nights were to be recorded? 
                
 
                
Petukhov plays unaffectedly and his unruly adrenalin 
                  and Anissimov's mustang approach goads the orchestra onwards 
                  to new heights and vistas. This really is very exciting stuff. 
                  His piano tone is full, statuesque, stonily bell-resonant, kicking 
                  down any fences that get in the way. Listen to the way at 5.09 
                  of the allegro con fuoco of the First Concerto Petukhov 
                  slows and accelerates with gruff nobility. 
                
 
                
The Second is played in its original version 
                  (the norm nowadays) and shows the same strengths (and weaknesses 
                  although a low-level electronic buzz heard in the First Concerto 
                  is now notable by its absence) as the First. Expectations must 
                  have been high that evening some sixteen months after the same 
                  forces had galvanised the Teatro Colón audience. The syncopated 
                  locomotive playing of Petukhov at 14.54 of the first movement 
                  is phenomenal. The audience noise is cut between first and second 
                  movements so abruptly that I wonder if ill-judged purism excised 
                  some instinctive inter-movement applause. I must mention Pablo 
                  Sarari (violin) and Carlos Nozzi (cello) who, with Petukhov, 
                  form the 'trio' of soloists whose contributions are to be heard 
                  in the famously sentimental andante non troppo. They 
                  stay just the right side of lachrymose. Anissimov lights a fire 
                  under the orchestra and they play with that eager and hoarse 
                  devilment we find in the First Concerto. I 'learnt' the Second 
                  Concerto from the EMI-Melodiya Zhukhov recording which was exciting 
                  but does not throw caution to damnation in quite the same the 
                  way that Petukhov and his collaborators do. 
                
 
                
Of course there is a price to be paid. We must 
                  live with shuffling, coughs, clearings of throats and the usual 
                  aural detritus of a live event. The orchestra is not voluptuous 
                  of tone. Wiriness adds glassy chafed edge to the massed violins. Pavane's 
                  annotator, Dr Marina Evseeva highlights the tiny acoustic and 
                  mechanical faults. There is a low buzz in the distant background 
                  of No. 1 - nothing to deter but I must mention it. At the end 
                  of No. 1 the audience, quite rightly, roar their approval (as 
                  they do for No. 2 complete with braying bravos). 
                
 
                
What a wonderfully shocking event being in the 
                  presence of Petukhov those Buenos Aires evenings in May and 
                  September 1993 and 1994 must have been. 
                
 
                
I am looking out for more Petukhov. I want to 
                  hear more. So will you. I would love to hear him in Rachmaninov 
                  3 and 4, Brahms 2, Bortkiewicz 2 and 3 and in Medtner 2 and 
                  3. 
                
 
                
Do you look back on your early encounters with 
                  music and wonder whether you will ever recapture that buzz, 
                  that frisson. If you do then I urge you to get this disc. It 
                  is something very special. I will not be the only one trying 
                  to hear more Petukhov in anything. Track this one down and let 
                  me know what you think. 
                
 
                
Rob Barnett