Virtuosity may be pushed to the very limit in the fantastical whirligig of quotations comprising the second movement tribute to Nathaniel Hawthorne, but the homely simplicities of the Alcotts are quite as successfully characterised. The piano sound is vivid and, apart from a solitary cough, one would hardly know an audience is present.

It’s a provocative mix: Charles Ives isn’t often juxtaposed with the Second Viennese School...That’s underlined here by Lubimov’s account of the Ives, which is rugged, uncompromising and often thrilling...Lubimov seems to delight in that roughness, and his playing celebrates the complexity and technical challenges as much as it does the moments of poetry that unfold when the welter dies away.