There is a sort of 
                déjà vu associated with 
                new issues of Ashkenazy in Mozart, given 
                his long association with this composer, 
                and especially his Decca recordings 
                with the Philharmonia. I particularly 
                treasure an LP of his No. 22, a big-boned 
                reading that, at the time in my development 
                when I bought it, struck me as just 
                right. Here he is in two well contrasting 
                works with a much less well known, Italian, 
                orchestra recorded live in Vienna and 
                issued on a Japanese label. 
              
 
              
Ashkenazy's tone is 
                instantly recognisable still, light, 
                clean and ever so slightly hard. His 
                musicality is intact, indeed constant, 
                over the years. Staccato is light and 
                never once is there a hint of pedal 
                smudge. Yet it is the orchestra that 
                sounds more engaged, to my ears, than 
                the pianist himself. Ashkenazy comes 
                closest to taking off in the cadenza, 
                which is technically impeccable; but 
                he still holds back at the last minute. 
              
 
              
The orchestra begins 
                the slow movement with amazing finesse. 
                Textures are superbly weighted and there 
                is a real sense of concentration. The 
                piano entry finds Ashkenazy, this time, 
                matching his accompanists. If some difficulties 
                in the low winds reflect the live provenance, 
                this remains a wonderfully delicate 
                reading. The last movement begins in 
                sprightly fashion, although arguably 
                too speedily for an Allegretto - one 
                has to leave room for the coda to make 
                its mark … There is much grace, however, 
                and Ashkenazy even allows himself a 
                mini-cadenza, more extended than one 
                often hears, immediately prior to the 
                closing pages. 
              
 
              
This is not the only 
                Mozart 20 that this orchestra has recorded. 
                On a Warner Elatus issue, Argerich gives 
                us this concerto while Richter, no less, 
                plays No. 25 (0927 467402). Here, they 
                capture the stormy D minor mood well, 
                while Ashkenazy allows himself a little 
                more romantic leeway in his phrasing; 
                just a hint, but enough to make it matter. 
                High strings start to sound a little 
                shrill here in the louder dynamics, 
                but caveats are balanced by the cadenza. 
                This Ashkenazy launches into with a 
                vengeance, trills abuzz, leading to 
                a remarkably dramatic display. Only 
                the very end is a bit careful, making 
                it absolutely clear to the orchestra 
                when to re-enter.. 
              
 
              
The slow movement seems 
                to have a lot of Don Giovanni-like 
                guts about it in its stormier sections, 
                portions which link to the determined 
                mood of the finale. Here lies the most 
                involving playing of the entire disc, 
                but it was still not enough to fully 
                engage the listener. 
              
 
              
The disc is a CD/SACD/SACD 
                five-channel hybrid. The sound is spectacularly 
                clean - matching Ashkenazy's playing, 
                it could be argued - and the disc as 
                a whole acts as an indicator of what 
                relatively recent Ashkenazy sounds like 
                in Mozart. No clear first recommendations 
                here, though. 
              
Colin Clarke