There are few composers who have recognisable trademarks. Rachmaninov, with his predilection for the sound of bells, is one of that select band. In the finale of his first piano suite, composed in the summer of 1893 and originally entitled Fantaisie-Tableaux, the composer evokes a powerful image of the Kremlin bells ringing out on Easter morning. The four movements, which draw their inspiration from four different poems, including Lord Byron’s Parisina, are not obviously programmatic, but they already reveal a remarkably acute ear for campanological effects, not least in the carillon of the third movement intended to echo the sound of falling tears which, in Tyutchev’s words, “flow like torrents of rain in the depths of an autumn light”. This was one of the poetic elements in the recital given by Sergei Babayan and Daniil Trifonov, and dedicated to the memory of Lord Weidenfeld, a great patron of the arts, which produced magically sensitive playing. In the other movements there was also much to admire: the lines of the gondolier’s song in the first, taut like skeins of silk stretched across a tapestry, or the agogic hesitations in the second that gave this reading an almost improvisatory quality, the notes emerging from nowhere and suddenly taking wing. One might well feel the influence of Chopin, Liszt and Tchaikovsky – who was the dedicatee – but in its atmospheric power and soulful introspection the suite is strongly redolent of the wide open spaces of the composer’s Russian homeland.
Less than a decade later, Rachmaninov had gone through a severe personal crisis triggered by the failure of his First Symphony but from which, with the help of the hypnotherapist Nicolai Dahl, he recovered. Suddenly teeming with ideas, he completed his Second Piano Concerto and had so much “leftover” material that he was able to compose a second piano suite. This is altogether much more ebullient, a display vehicle for any two keyboard giants. It proved to be a perfect demonstration of Babayan and Trifonov’s synchronicity and the bell-like clarity of their fingerwork. And yet the markings are musically puzzling. The opening alla marcia, admittedly robust in conception, built up such a rapid head of steam that it veered more towards a gallop. Apart from a dreamy central episode the Valse second movement is marked presto: one either sacrifices speed, which was not the case here, or risks showy extroversion. In the third movement both pianists found a welcome degree of inwardness as the music retreated behind layers of voile before building to yet another impassioned climax. The concluding Tarantelle with an inexorable groundswell yielded its expected display of pianistic pyrotechnics.