This performance of the Fourth Concerto is billed as a recording premiere. Robert Philip, in his notes, wonders why the piece hasn't entered the repertoire, particularly as Sorabji described it as "the greatest piano concerto by an Englishman," or words to that effect. Leaving aside the fact that, whether as a composer or writer, Sorabji seemed incapable of expressing himself in any terms other than hyperbolic nonsense, it's not really surprising that a 42-minute concerto with two slowish opening movements and a finale that ends quietly has yet to catch on. In fact, Bowen's consistently engaging keyboard figuration and brooding lyricism (more than a hint of 1920s "Celtic twilight") never taxes the listener's patience, and that quiet ending makes perfect emotional sense. I suspect that none of this is visible on paper. The music has to be heard, and given Driver's and Brabbins' excellent work, here's your chance. A very enjoyable, well-engineered release.

--David Hurwitz, ClassicsToday.com