Denis Kozhukhin

“In many ways the most appealingly energetic music of the evening came from Denis Kozhukhin, soloist in Mendelssohn’s First PIano Concerto.”

“You can’t fault pianist Denis Kozhukhin of being one dimensional in regards to his choice of repertoire. After albums with music from the 18th century (Haydn Piano Sonatas), the 19th century (Tchaikovsky and Grieg Concertos, Brahms solo music), and the 20th century (Prokofiev’s “War Sonatas” and Ravel and Gershwin Concertos), comes this release, which offers another, more intimate side to this musician.”

“Kozhukhin’s tone is magical, with each finger creating a different timbre. This is achieved by clever usage of the sustaining pedal, taking advantage of the piano’s long sustain and overtones but more than anything – his sensitive ear to the possibilities of this music.”

“One has to go back to famous accounts by Gilels and Andsnes to experience a performance of such dedication…If you care for each of these two composers, or have any preference for piano music for that matter, go and buy this album.”
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“Kozhukhin’s clear tone and his natural, non-obtrusive design are also well-suited for Edward Grieg’s “Lyrical Pieces”… With his many attack nuances, Kozhukhin creates a wealth of imaginary images in his head. Rarely have these works been heard so precisely and clearly. Sometimes he celebrates, even dissects every nuance, without losing sight of the big arch – and above all not the sensitivity that goes straight to the heart”

“Kozhukhin uses an immaculate technique to keep it all within bounds, only busting out with impressive tirades of double octaves. He’s a pianist who tunes in to what’s going on around him – that was even more evident in a fabulous performance of Prokofiev’s concertante-style Fifth Piano Concerto with Mirga Gražinytė-Tyla and the Ciy of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra in Basingstoke a month ago. To hear him build Brahms’s elaborate piano treatment of the first movement’s lovely lyrical counter-subject second time around was a masterclass in subtle musicianship. Uniquely crystalline in the Adagio’s more troubled meditation, Kozhukhin was underpinned by silky-strong cellos and basses full of presence. Petrenko knows how to manipulate atmosphere, even if the orchestral introduction nearly fell through sinkholes in its craggy landscape. What a flawless masterpiece this is, though, its endless thematic inventiveness seeming to flow from a pure spring. Kozhukhin took us right back to the source in the ineffable vanishing act of his tiny encore, Grieg’s “Arietta”, announcement of which brought a shriek of approval from what I presume was a Norwegian in the audience.”
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“The classical restraint of Kozhukhin’s metrical precision actually added to the touching pathos. Without pause Kozhukhin launched into the final Rondo, each episode of which was splendidly characterised. The fugal passage was especially ear-catching from the strings, in its quietly creeping Tom ‘n Jerry manner, before the pianist demonstrated just how piquant his decorated version was. The coda let loose its tight succession of exchanges between soloist and band, and this formidable work completed its heroic journey. The tiny encore of Grieg’s Arietta, which Kozhukhin announced to an alarming squeal from (I assume) one of that composer’s compatriots, was as evanescent and inconsequential as the concerto had sounded mighty and enduring.”
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“The classical restraint of Kozhukhin’s metrical precision actually added to the touching pathos. Without pause Kozhukhin launched into the final Rondo, each episode of which was splendidly characterised. The fugal passage was especially ear-catching from the strings, in its quietly creeping Tom ‘n Jerry manner, before the pianist demonstrated just how piquant his decorated version was. The coda let loose its tight succession of exchanges between soloist and band, and this formidable work completed its heroic journey. The tiny encore of Grieg’s Arietta, which Kozhukhin announced to an alarming squeal from (I assume) one of that composer’s compatriots, was as evanescent and inconsequential as the concerto had sounded mighty and enduring.”