22-year old Russian Boris Giltburg is completely inside Musorgsky's multiple personalities… There are some riveting crystalline staccatos and accurate but always musical sudden accents for squabbling French children and chirping balletic chicks, as well as a Russian-school orchestral pianism as Musorgsky's Polish ox cart lumbers and the bells of Kiev ring out. In Prokofiev's towering Eighth Sonata, as in the Musorgsky, he faces inevitable comparisons with the very greatest, Sviatoslav Richter, turning in an equally valid reading, terracing the distant voices of the opening Andante and the central minuet with tender heartbreak. He's surely more convincing than any other interpreter in linking the finale's demonic central parade back to the tolling of the first movement.