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Reicha’s 57 dawdle upon an insipid ditty. It is a lot of work for player and audience to make it to the end.
These four high-wattage pieces are invigorating and brilliantly executed.
This may be Chaplin’s finest score, but without the movie, these nearly 80 minutes pass by like a museum exhibition in a foreign land.
A marauding concert requiem easily mistaken for Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 14½.
Ingólfsson stakes a claim near the site that Romitelli quarried. The agile and luscious instrumental textures would have pleased Boulez.
With an assured understanding of the music, Zhu Xiao-Mei’s second take is incredibly personal, perhaps too quirky and nutty for purists.