Warmth, energy and gripping momentum: Stephen Hough’s Wigmore Hall residency reviewed

In the summer of 1878 Johannes Brahms finally succeeded in growing a beard. It was his third attempt. ‘Prepare your wife for the grisly spectacle, for something so long suppressed cannot be beautiful,’ he wrote to a friend, and by all accounts he wasn’t wrong. Clara Schumann pleaded with him to shave it off. She’d have remembered Brahms as the golden-haired 20-year-old who had arrived on her doorstep in September 1853, glowing with genius; in the words of her husband Robert, ‘a young blood at whose cradle graces and heroes stood guard’. For modern listeners, though, the beard has long since conquered — as if, like one of Philip Pullman’s daemons, it somehow embodies Brahms in his gruff and hairy definitive form.

Stephen Hough opened the new year at the Wigmore Hall with a residency built around Brahms’s chamber music, and a less beardy pianist you’ll struggle to find. It’s not that he can’t or doesn’t play Brahms.