Fliter’s beautifully considered accounts of the two Chopin concertos—like Beethoven’s First and Second, they were published in the wrong order—reveal a sensibility of rare emotional refinement and high Romantic instincts. The reverie-like romanze of the E minor and larghetto of the F minor sound dreamily improvisatory here. She has plenty of delicacy for the bel canto flourishes of the opening movements, and muscle for the bravura of the folk-dance finales. Solid accompaniments, too.