Before the soloist appeared on the platform we learned that the programme sequence would now be changed to Liszt, Schumann, Scriabin and Bach, swapping the original positions of Schumann and Bach. Alexandre Kantorow’s recital was labelled “Through Heaven and Hell” and still opened with Liszt’s Dante Sonata, where we witness the poet’s traversal of Hades in L’Inferno. For the Presto agitato first subject, a sort of chromatic wailing of the shades, Liszt indicates five-bar pedals, a huge blurring effect, which suggested rolling thunder in Kantorow’s account, as did the fff double octaves decorating the chorale. The difficulties sound infernal enough, and only a Mephisto of the keyboard could master them this well. But somehow this Fantasie quasi Sonata seemed louder, longer and lower in compositional stature than it is.
If the Dante Sonata was hell, there was plenty of heavenly playing to come, including in Schumann’s Piano Sonata no.1 in F sharp minor. Kantorow relished Schumann’s obsessive rhythmic tics, the slow movement Aria was an exquisite broad cantilena, and for once the wayward finale sounded a coherent conclusion. Not every moment of rubato convinced, but that happens with spontaneous playing of the sort Schumann demands.
Scriabin’s Vers la flamme was inspired by his conviction that a constant accumulation of heat would ultimately cause the destruction of the world, a notion once deemed eccentric that now seems prescient. This short piece takes us over a continuous and eventful crescendo ‘towards the flame’. Kantorow’s virtuosity was suitably incandescent; he took the enormous leaps and compound metre in his stride, as he did the long, double-note trills in the final pages, a sort of cosmic quivering heralding final extinction. Has Vers la flamme ever had as compelling a performance? Hearing this was, in TS Eliot’s phrase, “To be redeemed from fire by fire”.