Ofelia Sala - Piazzolla, A.: 4 Estaciones Portenas (Las) / Oblivion / Chiquilin De Bachin / Yo Soy Maria / Escualo / Libertango (2008)

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Title: Piazzolla, A.: 4 Estaciones Portenas (Las) / Oblivion / Chiquilin De Bachin / Yo Soy Maria / Escualo / Libertango
Year Of Release: 2008
Label: Genuin
Genre: Classical
Quality: FLAC (tracks)
Total Time: 70:19 min
Total Size: 342 MB
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Tracklist:

1. Oblivion 3:59
2. Chiquilin de Bachin 3:54
3. Maria de Buenos Aires: Yo Soy Maria 3:17
4. Escualo 3:54
5. Libertango 3:24
6. Se potessi ancora 4:19
7. Adios Nonino 8:55
8. Introduccion al Angel 4:41
9. La Muerte del angel (arr. J. Bragato for piano trio): La muerte del Angel 3:15
10. Los pajaros perdidos 2:45
11. Balada para un loco 4:44
12. Las 4 estaciones portenas (arr. J. Bragato for piano trio): I. Primavera portena 4:26
13. Las 4 estaciones portenas (arr. J. Bragato for piano trio): II. Verano porteno 7:09
14. Las 4 estaciones portenas (arr. J. Bragato for piano trio): III. Otono porteno 5:10
15. Las 4 estaciones portenas (arr. J. Bragato for piano trio): IV. Invierno porteno 6:28


Have you previously associated the combination of the “piano trio” with ripe old gentlemen who play exclusively in a lyrical unisono or present Beethoven’s teasing cockatoo to the public? Then you will have to part from your old cherished prejudices, for better or worse, with the new GENUIN CD with Tangos of Astor Piazzolla. These old prejudices recede into the background, starting with the first pale piano chords at the latest, and when the lost string sounds creeping in. The Munich Piano Trio prepares a smoky, dark, seething sound-carpet for the fabulous singer Ofelia Sala, upon which she recreates the street scenes of Buenos Aires before our inner eye with sobbing and bite, with tenderness and aggressiveness. Death and mourning, love and passion – qué pasión!

Eleganz und Leichtigkeit, musikalische Perfektion und das gewisse Etwas an nicht in Worte zu fassender Tangomanie zeichnen diese Scheibe aus. Siebzig berückende Minuten, die an unbeschreibliche Ewigkeit rühren.