Although Volodos may be my favorite among pianists performing today, i really don’t like his way with Brahms as represented in this album. He plays in a hushed, sort of reverential manner, eviscerating the bones of the music. It almost sounds impressionistic. Brahms’ inherent counterpoint is somehow lost. While this is not the heaven storming music of his youth, Brahms is emasculated in this manner.
Volodos’ tone is sumptuous, and the playing is immaculate. The recorded piano sound is really gorgeous. But, in my opinion these performances miss the mark by a wide margin.