Astor Piazzolla was unique. As Max Miller used to say, “there’ll 
                  never be another!” How true this is. Piazzolla was a man 
                  alone, possessed, a real trail-blazer. He was also a thoroughly 
                  nice chap. I had the great, good, fortune to meet him during 
                  his British debut, at the Almeida Festival in June 1985. That 
                  year the festival featured Tango and as well as Piazzolla and 
                  his New Tango Quintet, Yvar Mikhashoff introduced his International 
                  Tango Collection, which consisted of 48 virtuoso piano miniatures. 
                  I was there, paging turning for Yvar, and indeed, am the only 
                  person alive who was present at that meeting of minds, when 
                  Yvar played Conlon Nancarrow’s Tango, a work which 
                  to many would have borne no resemblance to the tango whatsoever. 
                  Astor listened carefully, and at the end threw his arms in the 
                  air exclaiming, “but it eeez tango!” He knew when 
                  a composer had broken the bounds of tradition and created something 
                  new. And Piazzolla should have known about turning a form on 
                  its head and re-inventing it for that is what he did with the 
                  tango, in the process inventing what is now known as New Tango. 
                    
                  
                  Piazzolla’s musical pedigree is impressive. He studied 
                  with Alberto Ginastera, then in Paris with Nadia Boulanger, 
                  and it was she who recognised where his future lay, “She 
                  kept asking: ‘You say that you are not pianist. What instrument 
                  do you play, then?’ And I didn't want to tell her that 
                  I was a bandoneon player, because I thought, ‘Then she 
                  will throw me from the fourth floor.’ Finally, I confessed 
                  and she asked me to play some bars of a tango of my own. She 
                  suddenly opened her eyes, took my hand and told me: ‘You 
                  idiot, that's Piazzolla!’ And I took all the music I composed, 
                  ten years of my life, and sent it to hell in two seconds.” 
                  (from Ástor Piazzolla, ‘A Memoir’). 
                    
                  
                  So, not for the first time, Nadia Boulanger sent into the world 
                  a major musical figure whose work, like that of Copland before 
                  him and so many afterwards, would enrich and delight us. Considering 
                  that he toured with a variety of ensembles it’s a wonder 
                  that he had the time to create a repertoire for them. Create 
                  he did, there’s an astonishing amount of music and much 
                  of it has been arranged for various combinations, from solo 
                  piano, as here, to string orchestra, soloist with orchestra 
                  and so on. If you’ve ever heard Piazzolla and one of his 
                  many ensembles playing his music then you’ll never want 
                  to hear this music any other way, for they are the very best 
                  expositions of the works, played by the people for whom they 
                  were created with the master in charge. 
                    
                  These versions for solo piano are very pleasing but lack the 
                  essential bite of the music which is so noticeable in their 
                  band forms, and no matter how good a pianist Delle-Vigne is, 
                  and he is good, I cannot warm to his interpretations as I do 
                  to the originals. That said, this is a good introduction to 
                  Piazzolla’s music and with such good sound, and at the 
                  price, it’s a bargain! Afterwards, go out and discover 
                  the recordings of Astor and his New Tango groups. 
                    
                  Bob Briggs   
                  
                  see also review by Brian 
                  Reinhart