Paul Lewis plays Brahms’s First Piano Concerto and Opus 10 Ballades [Swedish Radio Symphony Orchestra/Daniel Harding; Harmonia Mundi]

4 of 5 stars

Piano Concerto No.1 in D minor, Op.15
4 Ballades, Op.10

Paul Lewis (piano)

Swedish Radio Symphony Orchestra
Daniel Harding

Concerto recorded May 2014 in Berwaldhallen, Stockholm; and January 2016, Teldex Studio, Berlin

Reviewed by: Ateş Orga

Reviewed: June 2016
HMC 902191
Duration: 72 minutes



Given the honesty of Paul Lewis’s playing, the detail and darkness of Daniel Harding’s conducting, and the fulsome weight and solo highlights of the Swedish Radio Symphony Orchestra, this is a performance of the Brahms D-minor to savour. Lewis and Harding complement each other aristocratically, dramatising the young Brahms, still in his twenties, as a tormented soul finding his way and identity against the backcloth of the 1850s, industrial Germany, and a politically troubled Europe.

Essentially, Lewis articulates Brahms the texturalist, the sonata herald of muscle and sinew carrying Beethoven’s banner, crafting lines and dissonances, welding the piano’s emergent iron-frame sounds and new possibilities, into cathedrals of lofty sound. He projects the tonal, harmonic and structural dynamic of the opening Maestoso directly, letting it speak for itself, leaving fussiness and exaggeration to others. He brings a cool lied phrasing, an unsentimental poetry, to the Adagio – Brahms’s portrait of (love letter to) Clara Schumann – not surging the emotions until the rising, deliriously shaped trills that draw the movement to a close. In the (Beethoven-derived) Finale he lets fly a tempestuous, big-boned, pianism, presaged but checked in the first movement, which explodes grittily in two epic cadenzas and a racing, roaring coda.

Reading the page for what it is, always thinking bass-upwards, Lewis encourages us to hear afresh the gruff revolution in Brahms’s piano writing – a personalised view of the instrument drawing on the orchestral tutti and ensemble conversazione approach of Beethoven and Schubert (to a lesser extent Robert Schumann) radically contrary to the (more readily digested) vocalise manners and roulades of the Field-Chopin-Liszt-Thalberg-Henselt school. Lewis can thunder and glitter with the best (precision fingerwork digging deep, massive chords, quality-weighted double-octaves to silence a battlefield), but, conspicuously, that is never his priority.

Seeking out penetrating currents, applying a microscopic eye to register, balance and colour, giving his players their moments of song, unafraid to wind up the tension or electrify the dynamic range, always rhythmically charged, Harding – the connoisseur symphonist and concerto-partner to have these days – sculpts a remarkable framing canvas. This is Brahms paragraphed grandly, a novice maybe but already the crucible of things to come in Mahler and Sibelius – a painter of pictures as much as a debater of ideas, a man of passion.

Contrastingly, the 1854 Ballades – a problematic cycle interpretatively – impress less, maybe because Lewis’s response seems not so lived-in. Quicker than Gilels or Michelangeli (others too), he gets through the notes but, moments of rumination aside (Nos.2 and 4), without much tension or fantasy – comparing his and Gilels’s readings of the B-minor, No.3, the one relatively flaccid, the other drawn-out but paradoxically tauter, is particularly instructive. The pointed adjectives of Roman Hinke’s booklet note get to the heart of the matter rather more.

Martin Sauer’s production is all one would expect. However, Julian Schwenkner’s engineering of the Ballades, despite a finely caught bass end, is rather opaque.

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