

Pedro Salas igniting the atmosphere in London today with the brilliant sunlight of his native Spain


Following a monumental performance of Mussorgsky pictures and an even more astonishing Sonata by Schulhoff, it almost made us forget the exquisite refinement of Papà Haydn’s graceful Sonata n. 12 with which this dashing young Spanish virtuoso began his recital at St Stephen Walbrook today. There was no doubt of his fiery Latin temperament as Malagueña flooded this noble edifice with sounds of shameless passionate intensity, played as an encore after his monumental Great Gate of Kiev was still resounding around this beautiful church in the round.

I have heard Pedro play many times over the past few years as he completed his studies at the Royal College of Music in London. Perfecting his skills now with Stanislaw Ioudenitch at the Reina Sofia Academy in Madrid, he is fast making a name for himself on the competition circuit as he builds up his concert career.
In London today for some concerts in preparation for the Artur Rubinstein Competition where he is one of the few selected to play in Tel Aviv from a vast list of applicants. It was a short programme but showed off Pedro’s mastery and refined musicianship.
Haydn’s little Sonata Hob XVI:12 in A, began the concert with great delicacy and refined elegance.Ornaments that glistened like jewels with the perfection of highly wound springs as he shaped one of Haydn’s least known sonatas with a ravishing palette of colours making one wonder why it is not heard more often in the concert hall. He brought a flowing radiance and elegance to the ‘Menuetto’ but it was the whispered music box delicacy of the ‘Trio’ that showed his quite extraordinary sensitivity. There was a dynamic drive to the Finale bringing such character and ebullience to this single page of genial invention.


The Sonata n. 1 by Erwin Schulhoff was written in 1924 by a composer encouraged in his youth by Dvorák and going on to study with Debussy and Reger. He died in a Nazi Prison Camp in 1942 and was an Austro-Czech composer and pianist, one of the figures in the generation of European musicians whose successful careers were prematurely terminated by the rise of the Nazi regime and whose works have been rarely noted or performed beyond Czechoslovakia until the 1980s. He was born in Prague into a German family of Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry.

8 June 1894 Prague 18 August 1942 (aged 48) Weissenburg Bavaria
A fascinating work played with dynamic drive and commanding authority by Pedro. In three movements with an opening of corrosive rush hour drive but ending with single repeated notes which Pedro played with poignant significance as the movement lay exhausted and spent. The second movement ‘Molto tranquillo’ with a long meandering melodic line of luminosity and a sense of wonderment looking for a way forward in such a bleak landscape. The last movement ‘Allegro moderate grotesco ‘ was played with a kaleidoscope of colour but with a sense of line as it gradually sprang to life. ‘Grotesque’ indeed, with the driving rhythmic impulse of a march of wonderment of pulsating insistence. It was played with great commitment and technical mastery bringing searing intensity and an architectural shape to a work that I hope to hear more often in the concert hall .
Hats off to Pedro for having the courage to add two such rarely heard works to his repertoire. The last work in the programme, on the other hand, is often heard in the concert hall, but Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition is rarely played with the masterly musicianship that Pedro showed today. I have heard Pedro play this work a few years ago and it has grown in stature and assurance and indeed held us spell bound as he delved deeply into the score with poetic sensitivity as well as astonishing technical mastery. A very solid opening to the Promenade as ‘Gnomus’ entered the scene with a chameleonic sense of character and very effective left hand tremolandos that I have not been aware of before. Now followed a quasi religious ‘Promenade’ with bells already chiming on the horizon,Pedro highlighting counterpoints rarely noticed before. A beautiful whispered ‘Old Castle’ was played with natural flowing ease with a truly poetic ending leading into a now rather strident ‘Promenade’ pace as Mussorgsky moves from one picture to another. The children playing in the ‘Tuileries’ was teasingly brilliant with its lilting relentless forward movement. A heavingly rumbustious ‘Bydlo’ was greeted by an etherial ‘Promenade’ of delicacy and resonance. The ‘Ballet of Unhatched Chicks’ produced some masterly playing of lightweight chattering and interesting bass counterpoints that Pedro underlined whilst the trills and thrills above created an incessant hustle and bustle. ‘Goldenberg’ strode onto the scene with imposing authority of brazen command only to be answered by the beseeching murmuring of ‘Schmyle.’ Pedro brought great authority to the imposing bass reply, the deep voice of ‘Goldenberg’ resonating around the church with commanding authority. This contrasted with the great activity of the ‘Market place at Limoges’ where Pedro played with breathless brilliance and dynamic relentless drive. Only to be thwarted by the vision of the ‘Catacombs’ that Pedro allowed to reverberate with great audacity as he listened to the sounds rising from the keyboard into the rarified air. Resolving so magically as Pedro produced sounds of magical golden beauty. This time it was ‘Baba Yaga’ that entered with intimidation and pounding authority. Sumptuous full sounds ,never hard, as even in the most challenging passages Pedro was listening to each note and giving them the just weight as members of an imaginary orchestra that he had in his ten fingers. He brought great drama to the central episode with its constant vibration of sounds on which the melodic line is carved out with a vibrantly whispered bass and sudden lightening strokes above. Arriving now at the vision of the ‘Great Gate of Kiev’ which Pedro played with nobility and grandeur. A sense of balance as he built up the tension with the chiming bells spread over the whole keyboard before a headlong plunge into the depths as the Great Gate arose in all its glory. A remarkable performance of a thinking musician who could delve so deeply into this well known score and still find so many new things that could bring it to life with vibrant mastery.

I would not have imagined an encore could have been contemplated but then I had not counted on Pedro’s hot blooded Spanish temperament. Letting his hair down as ‘Malagueña’ raised its head with scintillating playing of brazen showmanship and passionate intensity. Some masterly intricate playing of the knotty twine of counterpoints that teasingly accompanied the well known melody before bursting into flames of unabashed operatic bravura.





















































































































































