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“Few artists have burst onto the classical music scene in recent years with the incandescence of the pianist Daniil Trifonov.”
–The New York Times

“Daniil Trifonov is an astonishing pianist.“
–Los Angeles Times

“The 24-year- old Russian is without question the most astounding young pianist of our age.”
–The London Times

“We can’t actually know what Liszt sounded like, but we do know he was a virtuoso, and he mesmerized his listeners, and people found something distinctive and other-worldly and spiritual about him. All those things hold true of Trifonov, as well, though they add up to a pretty pale description of playing that can only be described as a visceral experience. … His recital Saturday afternoon at the Kennedy Center’s Terrace Theater, courtesy of the Washington Performing Arts Society, was a knockout.”
–The Washington Post

“A slender man with an exuberant stage presence, Mr. Trifonov is certainly a virtuoso with a demonstrably prizewinning technique, evident as he fluidly sailed through bravura passages, his fingers moving in a blur through rapid octaves and chords. But he offered far more than mere virtuosity. …Mr. Trifonov demonstrated an elegant touch and witty grace in more lighthearted moments and poetic insight in more introspective passages.”
–The New York Times

“Trifonov’s recital was breathtaking. [Martha] Argerich last year told the FT she had never before heard a touch like his, and all I can do is concur: it’s not just a matter of precision and weighting, it’s a unique amalgam of fastidious tenderness and seemingly unfettered wildness. After two exquisite Debussy Images, he gave an account of Chopin’s complete Etudes that was truly revelatory: his emotional restraint – and frugality with the pedal – made the lyrical ones all the more moving, while his preternatural dexterity lent the finger-twisters a rare grace.”
– Financial Times

“Daniil is a thoroughly subjective artist. His technique is so impeccable that with him, the rest is expression of identity in its purest form. That identity emerges in all the things he’s not able to put into words: tenderness, depth, but sometimes also dark abysses.“
–Deutsche Welle