This is very much in keeping with the impression I have always had of Robin Ticciati’s work: exhaustively prepared, immaculately turned, eminently musical. The sense of unfolding over the many, many pages of the introduction, a flower…

Richard Bratby’s affectionate tribute to glorious Malcolm Arnold on the 100th anniversary of his birth (September issue) has prompted a few reflections of my own. Not least among them was the weekend I included the slow movement…

As I contemplate the return of public events and the unimaginable joy of hearing a real orchestra live for the first time in 18 months – that would be at the Proms, I fancy – I am…

Re-hearing Andris Nelsons’ splendid account of Shostakovich’s Fifteenth Symphony has left me as ever haunted by the skeletal ‘ticking’ of side drum, castanet and woodblock in the final moments of this the composer’s last symphonic utterance. Of…

Fenella Humphreys wears her virtuosity lightly. She’s one of those very ‘contained’ players whose musicality looks you straight in the eye but never ever draws attention to itself. The inner-tension is palpable tracing out the first subject…

Shostakovich’s first and last symphonies make for intriguing bedfellows: the beginning and end of a tortuous journey, heavy with irony and an all-pervasive sense of doubt and desolation. And yet there is always, one feels, a ‘last…

I really thought I knew this work – every facet of it. But Kirill Petrenko has a way of hearing deep into textures and harmonies that is at times really quite startling. He gives us x-ray ears.…