critique

It is an engraving made with heart and wisdom: Mozart's scores sound fresh, airy, as if a spring breeze were blowing inside and rays of a warm sun were spreading over the meadows. But this is by no means a naive reading, clothed in glazed minimalism. Because the naturalness that pervades this Mozart, who seems to slip out blunt and uncluttered from the instruments, is decidedly supported by the awareness of the composer's style and language. So what seems spontaneous is instead the result of goldsmithery work. It is enough to pay attention to the internal mobility of the phrases — of the Ort, of the soloist — which, without wasting time and rhythmic incisiveness, breathe, linger or hurry imperceptibly, arch in slight diminishing or raise their heads in small growing. As if they were in tune with tender, mellow human voices.