Roslavets is occasionally referred to as the "Russian Schoenberg," an entirely ill fitting comparison in my opinion. Whereas Schoenberg's work often (but not always) sounds cold and mathematical, Roslavets' has a certain lifeblood coursing through its veins, something that can't be faked or imitated. The atmosphere is often tense, with sputters of notes coming and disappearing just as quickly, and an often seemingly illogical composition style, that only presents itself upon closer listening. While certainly not traditionally tonal, these pieces are not lacking in emotion or excitement. Marc-André Hamelin doesn't always play with much gusto, but it is satisfying enough, especially considering the source material, and at points he really brings everything to light.