Franck’s wife detested his impassioned Piano Quintet, which she thought must have been inspired by lust for one of his pupils. Even Liszt was shocked by it. Heaven knows what they would have thought of this feverish performance.

The air positively sizzles as pianist Marc-André Hamelin and the Takács Quartet tear through its most sensuously heated passages, any sense of restraint cast to the winds.

Alongside, Debussy’s String Quartet never quite pins down a specific sound-world of impressionist subtlety.

In technical terms, though, the Takács Quartet’s playing is always exemplary.