The Ardaševs play beautifully together — one 
                is reminded of other excellent husband and wife teams such as 
                ‘Alexander and Dakin’ and Ingeborg and Reimer Küchler. In 
                addition, they make a striking looking couple, with Igor tall 
                and stoic with Renata having exquisite 
                large blue-grey eyes and long tawny hair. Igor studied with Paul 
                Badura-Skoda and Rudolf Serkin, then won fifth place at the Moscow 
                Tchaikovsky Competition as well as an amazingly long list of other 
                honours. Renata studied at the Janáček Academy of 
                Music and accumulated her own collection of medals before winning 
                the International Chopin Competition and the Gordon Trust Prize 
                in Glasgow. 
              
 
              
Hearing this new version of this familiar and 
                beloved music is so exciting to me that I’ve been playing this 
                disk over and over all afternoon. The usual problem in performing 
                this work is that the musical and dramatic climax is reached with 
                #2, The Moldau, with a secondary climax with #4, From 
                Bohemia’s Meadows and Forests. After that, most orchestral 
                conductors let the intensity of the music fall off. The Ardaševs 
                do a great job of re-building intensity toward the end of #6, 
                Blaník, (Track 6) when Smetana brings the themes 
                of all the poems together in a rich counterpoint to provide a 
                grand coda. In orchestral recordings, only Vaclav Smetacek in 
                1981 was able to do so well. 
              
 
              
Incredible it is to imagine that Smetana was 
                completely deaf before he began work on Ma Vlast and never 
                heard a single note of it. 
              
 
              
These guys do a terrific job with all this, and 
                the impact of the performance is all the greater because it becomes 
                almost a chamber duet. The piano does not have the sweetness nor 
                the dynamic range of a full orchestra, of course, so the fugue 
                in #4 (Track 4) cannot be so hushed and mysterious as it is in 
                a good orchestral performance. Nor can the piano sing the Big 
                Tune of The Moldau (Track 2) so grandly as a big orchestral 
                string section. But what we gain is the intimacy of just two performers 
                who can play the work with a personal expression that makes an 
                orchestra sound like a clumsy, clunking machine. Phrases can be 
                shaped, inner voices clarified and rhythms accented beyond the 
                capability of any orchestra. For instance, many orchestral performances 
                get the timing wrong on the pizzicato violin accents in 
                the first ten bars of #2 whereas the Ardaševs get it exactly right, 
                of course. And they achieve more ominousness and spookiness in 
                the beginning of Tábor (Track 5) than I’ve ever 
                heard before. 
              
 
              
Anyone who loves this music will want this recording 
                to sit beside their favourite orchestral version. 
              
 
              
Paul Shoemaker