Denis Kozhukhin's disc is an event. It presents Prokofiev's three War sonatas with such breadth, power, tenderness, playfulness even, that they sound like a complete musical statement about life - which they are, of course, but Kozhukhin makes this incontestable. He is given a big sound by Onyx which very well captures his tone live. The power which is the keynote of his playing never turns into a bulldozing effect, and is often reined in so that it is all the more effective when he is at full strength - the last movement of the 7th Sonata, for instance, is not simply bashed out but has a continuous note of humanity underpinning its driven rhythm. The slight blur he gives to its insistent motif amplifies a sense of despair, perhaps, that is in the music, by softening its glare, making it less steely, bringing out the soul in the writing. Slow movements are full of mystery and strangeness. Kozhukhin is a fantastic player and his interview at last week's London recital made it clear what a sensitive and deeply-felt response he has to music, while showing a certain gentleness guiding those hands which can unleash such power. (He was also fantastic in Shostakovich and Messiaen.) Russian pianists have always been outstanding, and with Kozhukhin the trend is surely set to continue.