These two concertos 
                are the only piano concertos Mozart 
                wrote in the minor key, and they are 
                passionate, dark and dramatic. In fact, 
                they’re almost operatic in their sweep 
                and huge expressive range. Were there 
                still people around who believe that 
                Mozart had no depth then let them listen 
                to these works. 
              
 
              
The D minor Concerto 
                begins in uncertainty, rather in the 
                manner of the 38th Symphony 
                and the overture to Don Giovanni 
                before a tutti brings things together. 
                After that Mozart builds a big climax 
                which only subsides to allow the piano 
                to enter, in a most understate way. 
                He’s not interested in the themes, he 
                just wants to ruminate on the mood of 
                the material. It’s a bold move and one 
                which unsettles the listener for you 
                don’t know where you are, musically 
                speaking, and for quite some time the 
                melodic ideas are all held by the orchestra 
                with the piano accompanying. Then the 
                dialogue between soloist and orchestra 
                begins and Barenboim keeps a high degree 
                of tension throughout this tortured 
                music. The cadenza, by Beethoven and 
                arranged by Edwin Fischer, is no mere 
                overt display, it continues the argument 
                all the way to the desperation of the 
                coda. The release which the Romance 
                brings is most welcome. Barenboim hits 
                exactly the right tone and makes the 
                contrast between the movements all the 
                more striking, bringing out the operatic 
                similarities with some most expressive 
                playing. The anguished middle section 
                comes as quite a shock after all the 
                calm but the beast is ultimately quelled 
                and order returns. This is marvelous 
                stuff. Beginning with a Mannheim Rocket, 
                the finale races away, tension returning 
                to the music. Barenboim takes a very 
                brisk view of this music and it can 
                take the helter–skelter pace for this 
                is music of torment. The episodes in 
                this rondo are quieter, more relaxed, 
                but there’s always the worry that this 
                easier music will be shattered; however, 
                it is the good natured music which brings 
                the Concerto to its whirlwind 
                conclusion. This is a masterful interpretation, 
                soloist and orchestra as one in bringing 
                out all the angst contained within much 
                of the music. 
              
 
              
The start of K491 
                couldn’t be more different from that 
                of K466. Here the orchestra sets 
                off with a purpose, sometimes gentle 
                and thoughtful, sometimes dramatic and 
                forthright. Trumpets and drums add to 
                the excitement Mozart whips up before 
                the almost non–chalent entry of the 
                soloist. There’s more overt display 
                here for the piano than in K466 but 
                the music is still dark and challenging. 
                The cadenza, when it comes, written 
                by Barenboim, is similar in manner to 
                the Beethoven cadenza for K466, 
                carrying forward the argument, and keeping 
                the pressure on the listener. The coda 
                snuffs out any hope of an happy ending, 
                and there is a glorious absence of rallentando 
                here. As with the earlier work, the 
                Larghetto is relaxed and comforting, 
                distinguished with some beautiful wind 
                playing. The variations of the finale 
                plunge us back into areas of uncertainty. 
                The fast coda leaves us in no uncertainty 
                that when the door is slammed shut that’s 
                that, there is no more. It’s quite a 
                shocking end and Barenboim makes it 
                heart-stoppingly severe. 
              
 
              
Between the two concertos 
                there’s, quite needlessly, a performance 
                of the Piano Sonata in C, which 
                is a lovely piece, full of tunes and 
                welcome smiles, delightful in its innocence, 
                but this lighter fare has no place here. 
              
 
              
The performances are 
                magnificent. Barenboim directs from 
                the keyboard and there’s a real feeling 
                of intimacy in the Concerto performances. 
                The English Chamber Orchestra is on 
                top form, supplying more than just an 
                accompaniment, and entering into the 
                musical argument at every step. The 
                sound is mellow and very well balanced. 
                The Sonata was recorded more recently 
                and the sound is bright and clear but 
                not as smooth as the concertos. 
              
 
              
It’s good to be able 
                to welcome these fine performances back 
                into the catalogue. 
              
Bob Briggs