The Georgian pianist Irakly Avaliani 
          studied at the Tchaikovsky National Conservatory in Moscow. Like many 
          Russians, his playing is distinguished by its accurate finger-work and 
          its sparing use of the sustaining pedal. Unfortunately, he can all too 
          often seem too detached to convey the meaning of this music. 
        
Any recording which brings attention 
          to Tchaikovsky's tender and often melancholy 'Seasons' (1875/6) is welcome. Perhaps the 
          title is a trifle misleading: it is, in fact, a sequence of twelve movements, 
          one for each month of the year, each preceded by a poetic quotation 
          (helpfully reproduced in the accompanying booklet). Neither is this 
          the barn-storming Tchaikovsky of the First Piano Concerto: instead, 
          it requires a pianist capable of the greatest introspection (I am not 
          the first commentator to point out the influence of Schumann on this 
          work). 
        
Avaliani has the sense not to over-sentimentalise, 
          and this non-interventionist approach works well: Both the openings 
          of 'March' and 'July' exemplify this well (QUOTES 1 and 2), whilst 'August' 
          demonstrates Avaliani's rapid, light touch (QUOTE 3). However, he fails 
          to consistently delve below the surface of this music: better to try 
          Pletnev on Great Pianists of the 
          Twentieth Century 456 931-2 or Ashkenazy on Decca (466 562-2). 
        
The 'Dumka', Op. 59 is a free rhapsody. 
          Avaliani, however, loosens the structure so much that it emerges as 
          diffuse rather than improvisatory. The faster, Lisztian passages are 
          drily accurate but little else and the ending sounds perfunctory, leaving 
          an uncomfortable, unfinished impression. 
        
The 'Sentimental Waltz', Op. 51 No. 6 
          (presumably an 'encore/filler'), a kind of Russian version of Chopin's 
          efforts in this genre, is again over-literal. The low playing time further 
          precludes this disc from a whole-hearted recommendation.
          
           
        
Colin Clarke