The Tchaikovsky was hectic and exciting – a bravura performance. The first movement built up to a white heat, with a brisk pace, razor-sharp attack and powerful rhythms. The length of this movement can pall. Tchaikovsky can be made to seem aimless and long-winded. Not here. With thrusting, insistent drive, the work leapt forwards with the energy and exuberance of comparative youth. Barry Douglas gave an extremely accomplished performance, taking care to respond to the slightest changes of mood and tempo. His playing is commendably firm, even stately – and he has a most adroit dexterity, too. The slow movement passed agreeably enough before jerking us into the frenzied exuberance of the finale. The orchestra’s momentum carried forwards towards greater and greater volume at what seemed ever-increasing speed.