There is no shortage of recordings of these pieces around, 
                  but the energetic action shot on the cover of this new version 
                  promises to deliver plenty of good things. I can however imagine 
                  people standing in their local shop or gazing at the computer 
                  screen, wondering if the renowned Leipzig Gewandhausorchester, 
                  with its long tradition of top-notch classical music performing, 
                  has the chutzpah to bring Gershwin’s style of jazz to life. 
                  
                  
                  Starting with Rhapsody in Blue we’re in hotly contested 
                  waters from the outset, but any concerns one might have had 
                  are dissolved immediately. I’m not sure quite what Chailly has 
                  done with his orchestra, but I’ll bet a big box of bouncy balls 
                  that no-one hearing this blind and without prior knowledge would 
                  say, ‘ah, this is of course the renowned Leipzig Gewandhousorchester’. 
                  This piece has to compete with the likes of the excellent Steven 
                  Richman recording on the Harmonia Mundi label, which had 
                  something of a coup by getting the original clarinetist Al Gallodoro 
                  to kick off the piece with that marvelous siren solo. Thomas 
                  Ziesch gets us off to a very good start, and all of the percussive 
                  touches and brass ‘wha, whaa’ effects are done very convincingly 
                  indeed. This is the more compact Ferde Grofé ‘jazz band’ version, 
                  but mere orchestration is no automatic guarantee of genuine 
                  swing. What makes this recording stand out from the rest is 
                  jazz pianist Stefano Bollani’s touch in the solo part and his 
                  take on the cadenza passages in this piece, which involve a 
                  certain amount of improvisation. Gershwin did this kind of thing 
                  as well, and the license for some freedom is well taken. Bollani’s 
                  first solo is a jaw-dropping pianistic masterpiece, and his 
                  playing is full of fun and little throwaway inflections where 
                  the score allows for such flexibility. He doesn’t stray too 
                  far from Gershwin’s idiom or outstay his welcome, and there 
                  are no extended self-indulgences. The second solo in the twelfth 
                  minute takes us into softer, almost impressionistic fields, 
                  but this sparing dip in dynamic allows the music to build from 
                  almost nothing to that big repeated-note cadenza and those fanfare 
                  flourishes which lead into the last big tune. This is a pianist 
                  whose jazz pedigree allows for the kind of virtuoso surprise 
                  that audiences would have demanded from their soloists in the 
                  Baroque era, and it is his contribution that lifts this performance 
                  beyond the merely excellent to the stunningly special. 
                  
                  Without solo pianist, Gershwin’s suite on the music for Porgy 
                  and Bess, Catfish Row is relatively uncontroversial. 
                  Riccardo Chailly draws blood and tears from his orchestra however, 
                  and is alive to the music’s connection to other composers like 
                  Stravinsky and, to my ears, the Broadway style of Leonard Bernstein. 
                  All of those beautiful tunes such as Summertime are allowed 
                  to speak with clarity, without being pulled around or distorted. 
                  The playing is superb as you would expect, but also with a genuine 
                  feel for the idiom – you can sense that the players, allowed 
                  to let their hair down for once, take the opportunity with both 
                  hands and live the music to the full. 
                  
                  There’s no improvising from our soloist in the Concerto in 
                  F, but once again all of the playing is full of finesse 
                  and zing. Having a player with a jazz background does make all 
                  the difference, though it is sometimes hard to put your finger 
                  on why. Stefano Bollani has a way with phrasing, harmonic voicing, 
                  inner lines and rhythm which is just ‘different’ in subtle ways 
                  which take the music into regions other than one might expect 
                  or be used to from a classical performer. Bollani is certainly 
                  never out of his comfort zone in a technical sense, and his 
                  performance here is the equal of any alternative I could name. 
                  The first movement is a joy from start to finish, and I especially 
                  like the syncopated material in the last few minutes. The central 
                  Andante is rich in lovely orchestral detail, and the 
                  piano’s cheeky notes are guaranteed to raise a smile, and the 
                  final Allegro agitato is bumptious and spectacular. 
                  
                  The programme is concluded with another real highlight, Rialto 
                  Ripples, which suits Stefano Bollani’s pianism perfectly. 
                  Supported once again by an orchestra having the time of its 
                  life, Bollani brings the spirit of Erroll Garner into the room 
                  with his right hand chord/melody treatments. The stride bass 
                  is marvelous. The disc ends with our pianist playing on as the 
                  orchestra gets up and leaves, the two Italian maestros bidding 
                  each other a friendly farewell. 
                  
                  This is a cracking release which, whatever the competition in 
                  this repertoire, can safely go into everyone’s shopping basket 
                  or wish-list. The photo on the cover says it all – ‘wish I’d 
                  been there, but this will do just fine!’ 
                  
                  Dominy Clements