Stephen Coombs has made Glazunov's piano music a central 
          part of his repertoire. His recorded performances of the complete works 
          for solo piano drew high praise. So too are these performances of the 
          two concertos notable achievements. 
        
 
        
Glazunov came to the concerto relatively late. 
          A prolific composer from his teenage years, he had already written the 
          symphonies which dominate his creative output, as well as the magnificent 
          ballet scores Raymonda and The Seasons, before he turned 
          to these piano concertos. The Violin Concerto dates from the mid-1900s, 
          so the same point applies to that piece too, if not quite so strongly. 
        
 
        
These ideas are not without importance, since three 
          of Rachmaninov's piano concertos had been written by the time of Glazunov's 
          Concerto No. 1. Despite the boldly original form, the music remains 
          in the shadow of Rachmaninov's style, though, to be fair, Glazunov does 
          idiomatically share the richly romantic outlook of the post-Tchaikovsky 
          generation of Russian composers (he was eight years older than Rachmaninov). 
          His orchestral writing is as opulent and imaginative as we would expect, 
          and the piano part balances imaginatively with it. Anyone who enjoys 
          this kind of musical indulgence - and most of us do - will enjoy Glazunov's 
          concertos. 
        
 
        
The first movement has a splendid sweep, with a gloriously 
          lyrical second theme which receives the full treatment. All praise, 
          therefore, to the Hyperion recording for conveying this so indulgently. 
          The second and final movement is an extended theme and variations, using 
          titles such as 'eroica', 'quasi una fantasia' and 'mazurka'. It is as 
          if Glazunov was prompting himself to compose the music from a preconceived 
          plan. But the concerto does sound a good deal more spontaneous than 
          this, and both Coombs and Brabbins respond to its shadings, the ebb 
          and flow of tension and relaxation. 
        
 
        
There is a tendency in the First Concerto to emphasise 
          the romantic expression and the lyrical flow, perhaps at the expense 
          of displaying the technical display which must remain a priority in 
          a romantic piano concerto. These thoughts are paramount also in the 
          Second Concerto, whose highlight is a central Andante of thoughtful 
          construction and deeply felt emotion; it is therefore very Russian. 
          The opulent recorded sound emphasises these characteristics, and may 
          be responsible to some extent for the (relative) failure of the more 
          lively outer movements to provide the kind of excitement which the indulgence 
          of romantic virtuosity might demand. One wonders whether a little more 
          drive and power might have brought dividends. 
        
 
        
There are no such worries in the shorter concluding 
          item, the Conzertstück by Alexander Goedicke. Despite living 
          on to 1957, he composed this piece as early as 1900, a decade before 
          Glazunov wrote his piano concertos. Goedicke, born in Moscow in 1877, 
          was the cousin of Nikolai Medtner, in whose shadow posterity has left 
          him. But he was a musical talent in his own right, who from 1909 served 
          as professor of piano at the Moscow Conservatoire. 
        
 
        
According to Francis Pott's thorough and well written 
          insert notes, Goedicke's creative efforts were most successful in the 
          earlier part of his career, and the Conzertstück is therefore a 
          typical example. It is a somewhat diffuse piece, whose structure relies 
          considerably on the motto theme with which it opens. The piano writing 
          tends to be complex and decorative, and Stephen Coombs responds to 
          it enthusiastically and directly, playing with much brilliance. Although 
          this is in no sense a major work, it is most engaging, and its addition 
          to the catalogue in this, its only recording, is therefore welcome. 
          
          Terry Barfoot