Ravel's concertos are chalk and the cheese: the Left Hand is a psychological shocker; the G major is filled with the exuberant energy of the Jazz Age. Marshev doesn't sell either mood short - his Left Hand is bleak, sombre and probing, while he swings effortlessly through the mischievous jazz clichés in the Concerfto in G. The debussy and the Franck receive correspondingly insightful performances