Title: It's not the bee's knees, unfortunately...
Product review: For awhile I've been a fan of Ugorski's milking everything possible from the written notes, but this disc just rubs me the wrong way. A lot of architecture and structure are lost, the music constantly falls apart, one is constantly made aware of where Maestro Anatol's fingers are and what they're doing, but I regrettably miss out on too much of the music. Too much whimsy, it's just entirely too wayward, I'm sorry, but I was expecting these performances to be monumental and breathtaking... There's an incredible sense of magic, I'll give it that, but it feels almost like piano for beginners, like a sort of cop out from an aged pianist who no longer has the goods but indulges himself and his loyal following -- but, the thing is, this guy definitely still has chops, but he just gets way too carried away with trying to reinvent the wheel that he just can't see the forest for the trees. Or some such hackneyed nonsense.
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