For different reasons both Capuçon and Nézet-Séguin
                are currently men of the moment. This well-played disc shows
                off their extrovert musical intelligence very well, though the
                Korngold is notably more successful than the Beethoven. 
                
                Korngold seems to be everywhere these days, with a few successful
                recordings of his concerto having appeared within the last few
                months. This is worthy to set alongside them. Capuçon’s
                livewire exuberance is well suited to the heart-on-sleeve character
                of the work. He hurls himself with abandon into the surging main
                theme of the first movement, revelling in the overt sentimentalism.
                He is buoyed up by the accompaniment of the orchestra, the textures
                coloured by the composer’s use of the celesta and subtle
                percussion. The high jinx of the finale are right up Capuçon’s
                street and his development, if it can be called that, of the
                main theme lightens the mood and carries the work to a wonderfully
                irreverent final cadence. The slow movement is perhaps the highlight
                of the disc, a blissfully rhapsodic journey through another world
                with the violin accompanied by the ethereal glow of the shimmering
                orchestra. 
                
                Next to this Capuçon’s Beethoven is more four-square
                and predictable, but I still found it enjoyable. Nézet-Séguin’s
                chief concern here is an unfailing smoothness which, in some
                respects, makes Beethoven’s music seem more comfortable
                than it really is. This works well for the serenity of, say,
                the Larghetto or the first movement coda, but less so for the
                endlessly insistent 5-note rhythm that dominates the first movement
                which feels somewhat emasculated. Furthermore, the balance favours
                the soloist rather too much so that the orchestral climaxes can
                sound underwhelming. I can live with this in the slow movement,
                however, as it makes the soloist’s counter-melody shine
                with uncanny radiance, even if it is a little artificial. The
                pace of the finale works well too and I left feeling that while
                this reading may not knock any others off their perch it will
                do nicely as one to come back to from time to time. 
                
                All told, the finest thing about this disc is the Rotterdam Orchestra,
                who distinguish themselves again and again, not just in the Korngold
                but also in moments such as the beginning of the first movement
                development in the Beethoven: the orchestral violins’ accompaniment
                to the main theme sounds almost like an engine revving, which
                I found surprisingly exhilarating. A disc worth exploring, especially
                if you want the Korngold.
                
                
Simon Thompson
                
                see also review by Jonathan Woolf