Lars 
          Vogt has singularly failed to impress me in 
          the past. His EMI 
          disc of Brahms seemed to reveal a distinct 
          impression of skimming the surface of the 
          music; his live 'Emperor' 
          with the touring Detroiters in October 2001 
          at the Royal Festival Hall was again lacking 
          in depth. It was actually the programming 
          rather than the pianist that attracted me 
          to the present recital – late Beethoven (Bagatelles, 
          Op. 126); Janácek’s V mlhách 
          (In the mists, 1912) and late Brahms 
          (Op. 119). In the cases of Beethoven and Brahms, 
          these final-period works represent a concentration 
          of utterance, a concentration of thought that 
          provides the utmost challenge for both performer 
          and listener; In the mists is Janácek’s 
          last major piano work and fully reflects the 
          intensity of its musical surroundings here.
        
        Beethoven’s 
          Op. 126 Bagatelles are actually six 
          miracles in the distillation of a musical 
          language. Surprising, perhaps, that Vogt should 
          launch straight into the first Bagatelle of 
          the set without settling himself or the audience. 
          His playing did, indeed, reflect this in its 
          initial superficiality before he was able 
          to move more towards a projection of notated 
          fantasy. His dynamic range is wide, and he 
          is able to play loudly and forcefully without 
          indulging in martellato (the fourth 
          piece demands this ability). Interestingly, 
          it was this fourth piece that cast further 
          doubts – the return of the first section was 
          significantly lower in voltage than the opening 
          sally, significantly lower in confidence. 
          However, by the time of the manic Jekyll-and-Hyde 
          schizophrenia of the sixth Bagatelle, 
          which juxtaposes Presto with Andante amabile, 
          Vogt was much closer to Beethoven – but by 
          then it was time for the challenge of Janácek.
        
        In 
          the Mists is Janácek’s last major 
          piano work. Here Vogt seemed to revel in the 
          dark sounds and huge contrasts, not to mention 
          the explosions (yet in those he needed more 
          depth of tone). His account had moments of 
          real vision (the ‘simple’ folk-theme-like 
          parts were particularly impressive), but it 
          failed to eclipse memories of Andras 
          Schiff in 
          this same venue. Vogt’s pianissimi 
          explained why – quiet and marvellously controlled, 
          they nevertheless failed to drag the audience 
          into Janácek’s elusive thoughts.
        Finally, 
          Brahms Klavierstücke, Op. 119, 
          in a performance that seemed in the main to 
          go deeper than his above-mentioned EMI Brahms 
          recording (there of the F minor Sonata and 
          the Ballades). The first piece of Op. 
          119 was revealed as the masterpiece of voice-leading 
          it is; out of the shifting harmonies of the 
          second emerged a sepia-tinged Viennese waltz; 
          the third included laughing staccati. 
          Only the fourth piece lacked the final ounce 
          of muscular strength (perhaps Vogt was over-compensating 
          for the hall’s acoustic?). I have yet to hear 
          Vogt’s EMI recording of Brahms Opp. 116-119 
          (5 57543 2) – it should, I believe, be an 
          interesting experience.
        
        Lars 
          Vogt’s playing does seem to have moved on 
          from the sporadic literalism of the past few 
          years. It is to be hoped that Vogt will continue 
          to grow as an artist.
        
        Colin 
          Clarke
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