Uchida's Schumann is a mercurial panoply of delights, abounding with wit, intelligence and intuition. And as if her ideal sensitivity to the composer's manic and depressive sides wasn't enough, the most intense pianistic textures remain crystal-clear. Magic.

I have the impression that her aim was to make them wholly and uniquely her own ... much of what we hear is as refreshingly imaginative as it is pianistically exemplary ... she relishes the fantasy and caprice of Carnaval with an arrestingly vivid immediacy of characterization.