Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH (1906-1975)
Concerto No 1 in C minor for Piano, Trumpet and String Orchestra, Op 35 (1933) [22:37]
Piano Concerto No 2 in F major, Op 102 (1957) [19:22]
Piano Trio No 2 in E minor, Op 67 (1944) [27:15]
Simon Trpčeski (piano) Andrei Kavalinski (trumpet)
Janáček Philharmonic Ostrava/Cristian Macelaru
Aleksandar Krapovski (violin) Alexander Somov (cello)
rec. 12-14 August, Dum kultry města Ostravy, Czech Republic (Concertos);
11-12 July 2020, National Academy Prof. Pancho Vladigerov, Sofia, Bulgaria
(Trio)
Reviewed as a digital download from a press preview
LINN CKD659 [69:38]
The three works on this disc give us three different versions of
Shostakovich: the First piano concerto comes right from the end of his
young Turk phase, brought to a terrible end by Stalin’s condemnation of his
opera Lady Macbeth; the gritty war time composer fresh from writing his
mighty 7th and 8th symphonies when he penned the
second of his piano trios; and finally an unexpectedly smiling composer in
the Second piano concerto, Shostakovich the family man writing a work for
his son, Maxim, to play.
Right from the opening theme of the first movement of the First
concerto,
Trpčeski announces that he is his own man. He takes his time over the
melody where others seem anxious to get to the fastest music that follows.
In fact, so common is rushing this melody that at first I wondered if
Trpčeski was being a little self-indulgent. He wasn’t, and this tender,
somewhat introspective way anchors the music so that it doesn’t just become
clever but a little soulless bravado. He is equally delicate with the
return of the second subject later in the same movement.
But how does he compare to his rivals? The answer is very well indeed.
Argerich, who, in characteristic fashion, has recorded only the First
concerto takes things very seriously indeed (Warner 5045042, with Piano
Quintet, download only, or DG E4398642, with Haydn: CD and download –
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of box set, now download only). It is a very forceful account but lacks the
dry wit essential to all Shostakovich, let alone this very arch work. By
contrast, the composer’s own recording plays it with a very straight face
which certainly works in the almost Chaplinesque passages in the outer
movements (Warner 5626462, with Concerto No.2). It took Alexeev in the 80s
to bring out both the fun and the warmth in both concertos but particularly
in the First –
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review:
budget-price CD and download, with Concerto No.2, etc.
Special mention needs to be made of Andrei Kavalinski’s superb
contribution on trumpet to this Linnrecording of the concerto. He has
a mellowness to his tone which I think suits Shostakovich’s mordant
humour to a T. What makes him stand out from his rivals is his haunting,
muted contribution to the slow movement. Just a hint of jazz, echoes
of a military bugle, but, above all, superb artistry. He and Trpčeski
clearly have considerable rapport and relish every second of their japes
in the finale. I have heard the last bars done with greater force but
seldom with greater humour.
Initially, I was not wholly convinced by the trio coupling on this
disc but, to be honest, any reservation is largely irrelevant when we are dealing with a
performance as good as that of Trpčeski and friends. It represents much
more substantial fare than these concertos are usually coupled with. The
recording helps a great deal: excellent in the concertos, it is uncannily
vivid in the trio. At the opening of the finale, the recording catches the
intensity of the playing in almost ideal fashion.
Argerich with Kramer and Maisky on DG, as befits such a starry lineup, play
this as if it was one of the symphonies (E4593262, with Tchaikovsky). It is
a fine performance but for me they miss some of the interiority I hear on
the Beaux Arts Trio’s benchmark recording (Warner 2564625142, with Trio No
1 etc.). If you know that recording, all I need say is that this new
version is as good, if different in approach. Both take us deeply into
Shostakovich’s private inner world. I tend to associate the Beaux Arts with
the Viennese classics, so it was a delightful surprise to hear them,
particularly their first violinist, really dig into this music in true
Russian style.
Trpčeski and his colleagues (and this is a genuine ensemble, not a soloist
with support) are intent on bringing out all the strange and delightful
effects littered throughout the score. Try the ghostly ‘squeeze box’
opening and the almost Philip Glass like music that follows. Poise and
intensity are the words that come to my mind. This links back to
Shostakovich the cocky wunderkind who could mix it with the most modern of
modernists. This makes a refreshing change from the Stalinist grey severe
Shostakovich we too often hear. It also challenges my initial fears that
this is a slightly mismatched programme. This is one of the composer’s
finest works, so my advice would be to get both this version and the Beaux
Arts.
Trpčeski and Macelaru set off in the opening movement of the Second piano
concerto at quite a lick. Not quite as brisk as the composer’s own
recording but not far off. Shostakovich’s recording, as with the first
concerto, plays it very straight and tends to emphasise the motoric rhythms
rather than linger on the poetry. I do feel Alexeev’s more reflective
approach gets more out of music and Trpčeski seems intent on trying to fuse
both approaches and, largely, he succeeds. I enjoyed the tangy,
characterful woodwinds of the Janáček Philharmonic Ostrava almost as much
as I did those of the Paris Conservatoire Orchestra under André Cluytens
for the composer.
The key to any account of this work is the slow movement. It shouldn’t
sound like a Rachmaninov pastiche but a wry homage, one done with
affection, devoid of cynicism. Too fast and it is in danger of becoming
trite, too slow and the risk is inappropriate seriousness. Trpčeski flirts
with the latter but his bright-eyed sense of wonder saves the day. Alexeev
again seems to get things just right. His recording still sounds remarkably
well and will need to be in the collection of any serious collector. That
Trpčeski runs him close speaks volumes for these splendid performances.
As with the finale of Ravel’s piano concerto, the trouble with Shostakovich
affectionately parodying technical exercises is that in the wrong hands
they can sound just like technical exercises. A cheeky wit is needed to
make the finale really fizz. Partly this is a matter of rhythmic emphasis.
Shostakovich’s constantly shifting accents need to really sound if the
Hanon exercises the music is based on are to be successfully undermined.
Anyone who gets flashbacks to dull hours spent hammering out Hanon will be
delighted to hear that Trpčeski’s sly humour demolishes them very
satisfactorily! The Janáček Philharmonic are suitably rough and ready here,
too. I mean them no disrespect in saying this, as they are polished as
anyone in the slow movement.
The performances of the concertos alone would make this a highly desirable
disc. Add in what has now become my yardstick recording for the Second
Plano Trio and you have a real winner.
David McDade
