There are excellent moments in Tiberghien’s Preludes: the beautiful voicing of No. 1, or the interesting pacing for the F minor, in which he holds back the energy at first, then lets it build to a tremendous release. On occasion, though, his predilection for over-pedalling for the effect of lingering overtones seems to misfire.

He’s a Chopin player of real class. There’s absolutely no grandstanding in this set, even in the most extrovert numbers. Instead he seems to be playing to himself…Even in the more full-throated Preludes, there’s a very French-style fingeriness to Tiberghien articulation that means textures never become heavy or stifling…A potent addition to the Chopin library.