It is now an embarrassing number of years since ‘the Leeds’ produced a winner of the calibre of Federico Colli. Entirely individual, he nonetheless takes you back to the far-off days of Lupu and Perahia when Leeds struck temporary gold. And now, after his dazzling QEH recital, which included an audaciously free way with Schumann’s First Sonata, comes Colli’s first CD, a serious programme through Beethoven, Scriabin and Mussorgsky.

The recording studio may provide a cooling agent for Colli’s vivid and intense personality. But if I missed some of the sheer charisma of his recital, I can only celebrate a crystalline brilliance and translucence that takes you to the heart of everything he plays. He leaves obvious flamboyance to others and if his special stamp is everywhere, it is always in the service of the composer. His Scriabin is a marvel of clarity and refinement, with every strand of the composer’s convoluted, multi-strand argument illuminated from within. In Mussorgsky there is none of, say, Pogorelich’s heavily worn idiosyncrasy or Horowitz’s monstrous if awe-inspiring inflation. There is naturalness combined with the strongest personal projection. This is a finely recorded album and there will doubtless be much more to come.