Volodos has encouraged 
                us to draw comparisons between himself 
                and Horowitz through playing Horowitz’s 
                transcriptions, composing his own transcriptions 
                in the same mould, and by specialising 
                in the same repertoire. This disc continues 
                to divert our attention towards such 
                an agenda and one can be forgiven for 
                questioning whether the accountants 
                are hitching a ride on a dead legend’s 
                reputation, or whether this is truly 
                the Real Volodos we are experiencing. 
              
 
              
What is beyond doubt 
                is that Volodos has a technique to more 
                than match his predecessor and his interpretations 
                in concert and on disc do not depict 
                a man at the piano wearing a musical 
                crash-helmet (a description Stephen 
                Hough has fondly related with respect 
                to Horowitz). Yet for all his technical 
                wizardry, the latter virtue prevents 
                this live recording of the Tchaikovsky 
                from acquiring a unique, and necessary, 
                stamp of his personality. And in this 
                respect, I have the same misgivings 
                towards it as I do with Volodos’s recording 
                of the Rachmaninov third piano concerto 
                (Sony SK64384) which, for me, is a performance 
                too comfortable with itself, and emotionally 
                unmoving. There are two criticisms which 
                stand out most clearly here – in the 
                first movement, the pianist adopts a 
                slightly faster tempo at each of his 
                entries and while this can produce an 
                impression of excitement, its success 
                depends upon the sympathetic response 
                of the conductor; but Ozawa returns 
                back to his own tempo whenever the piano 
                stops. Secondly, and perhaps this is 
                simply a matter of preference, the second 
                movement is played beautifully sweet 
                rather than bitterly sweet, giving us 
                no recollection of what had preceded 
                it and for-seeing nothing that follows. 
                But as I stated earlier, maybe that 
                was his intention! Overall, this rendition 
                should please a wide audience, for although 
                the musical rewards are unremarkable, 
                there is much to admire in Volodos’s 
                outstanding pianism. So, by all means, 
                take this respectable candidate back 
                home to mum and dad, but don’t expect 
                it to last a lifetime. 
              
 
              
The seven solo pieces 
                which follow the concerto contain piano-playing 
                of the highest quality and if you are 
                tempted to buy this disc, your decision 
                ought to be based on whether you want 
                to hear these. All of them are praiseworthy, 
                but I should particularly mention the 
                Moment-Musical in E-flat minor 
                (Op.16, No.2) and the G-major Prelude 
                (Op.32 No.5), for Volodos gives the 
                most distinguished performances of these 
                pieces I have heard. The ‘Italian Polka’ 
                paraphrase which closes the disc will 
                delight those who have enjoyed his previous 
                transcriptions. Good luck to those who 
                try and write down these bombastic mongrelisms 
                note for note! 
              
Michael McMillan