Any guy who likes to fast til he's dizzy deserves to eat 1st-rate grub when he's back on his feed. And I'm sure you have a lot more friends that I did. But unfortunately appropriate. It sounded like 45 minutes of Soviet tractor songs with horrendously banal chordal piano accompaniments. And this may indeed be the last word on Sviridov.
Old habits die hard.
There's more crappy music out there under his name, lot's more, I'm tempted to say, all of it. More recently he seems to have been recycling himself. He's being explored by a couple of pianists on record. I haven't, as my priorities lie elsewhere just now. Actually I've owned it for many years.