Cyprien Katsaris has the looks of Dan Leno and the ingratiating 
                  charm of a boulevardier. He also possesses digital brilliance, 
                  and demonstrates the fact in this Latin-American programme filmed 
                  in recital at Shanghai Conservatory of Music on 2 October 2007.
                   
                  What panache, what bravura! Certainly, an entire programme of 
                  pieces by Pablo Chávez Aguilar, Augustín Barrios Mangore, Ernesto 
                  Nazareth, Ignacio Cervantes and the like — and the like also 
                  takes in Ernesto Elorduy and Rubén Campos and others — may not 
                  appeal to sober sides who want their regulation three sonatas 
                  and high-minded encores. Katsaris can do that, too, but not 
                  here. Here the accent is on the positive, on the intriguing, 
                  and the exotically spiced. The recital was structured around 
                  various Latin American countries, from Peru, to Paraguay, then 
                  onto Brazil, Cuba, Argentina, Uruguay, and finally Mexico.
                   
                  Each set of pieces is prefaced by a talk to audience from the 
                  pianist, microphone in hand, in English and then his native 
                  French. A voiceover sometimes aids things for the viewer, and 
                  sometimes hinders. A translator, dressed in crimson, translates 
                  his introductions into Chinese. Sometimes they confer about 
                  matters linguistic and hammer out an appropriate phrase. The 
                  opening speech is long, around seven minutes, so you may be 
                  tempted to fast forward to the music. You’d thereby lose the 
                  intimacy and charm of those distillation introductions that 
                  do tell one quite a bit about the music and the pianist’s thoughts 
                  on it.
                   
                  The recital was divided into two parts. In the first there was, 
                  amongst much else by these composers, Aguilar’s fascinating 
                  Preludios Incaicos, replete with dazzling quasi-chinoiserie, 
                  Villa-Lobos’ stirring Coral (beautifully played) and 
                  Nazareth’s Odeon dispatched with true virtuosity but 
                  also a whimsical enjoyment of its charm. Highlights of the second 
                  part include Ginastera’s haunting, and hauntingly played, Danza 
                  Argentina No.2 and the tristesse purveyed by Piazzolla’s 
                  Chiquilin de Bachin. Katsaris also supplies his own 
                  free translation of Gerardo Matos Rodriguez’s La Cumparsita, 
                  a virtuosic piece of drama. He is so taken by Ponce’s lovely 
                  Intermezzo, or so taken by something someone in the 
                  audience says, that Katsaris briefly banters with them. He has 
                  a populist touch and the repertoire encourages emotional repartee 
                  like this. Stay to the end, where you’ll find José Antonio Gomez’s 
                  Variaciones sobre el Tema del Jarabe Mexicano distilled 
                  and driven onward in a blur of pianistic brilliance.
                   
                  He plays two encores, remarkably European: Schumann’s Arabeske 
                  and Chopin’s Waltz in C sharp minor.
                   
                  This recital combines drama, virtuosity, poetry and a highly 
                  personalised sense of barnstorming. Some may well consider the 
                  repertoire rather ‘samey’ but I find sufficient contrast. I 
                  also find the playing spectacular, and often breathtaking. The 
                  only demerit concerns the picture quality, and lighting, which 
                  is not that well defined, and being rather grainy, lacks clarity.
                   
                  If you look, and listen, beyond that, though, there is a dazzler 
                  of a recital here.
                   
                  Jonathan Woolf