Though Volume 2 of Naxos’s Melba series – four are planned – 
        denotes this as the 1904 London recordings in fact only the first four 
        come from that year, all deriving from a single date in October. The remainder 
        is from two concentrated periods of recording activity, from 4-5 September 
        1905 and 7 July 1906. On all these occasions Melba sang the usual variety 
        of material, from high to low, with an equally heterogeneous collection 
        of accompaniments. The more rarified discs appeared on the Melba issues 
        of the Gramophone Company label – lilac coloured and costing a princely 
        guinea. The lighter items, by contrast, were on a cheaper label but still 
        cost 12/6, no laughing matter in 1906. 
         
        
Fully established now as a recording artist following 
          her jockeying in 1904 – when Melba held out for a long time and then 
          attempted to forbid publication of the recorded sides – the twenty selections 
          that comprise this volume are of a significantly more consistent standard. 
          They amplify the qualities to be heard in those 1904 sides whilst limiting 
          the occasional squally histrionics that marred a few of them. 
        
 
        
There aren’t limitless opportunities here to appreciate 
          her coloratura but when the chance occurs it’s magnetic to hear. Her 
          uppermost register is still a little more effortful than it must have 
          been in her very best, pre-recording days, but the voice production 
          itself is still free, unforced and easy. Her trills are quick and even, 
          her legato very special when she has occasion to employ it - because 
          the amount of ballad and traditional material she sings, whilst coloured 
          and inimitably inflected, is still quite a high percentage. Those composers 
          one most clamours to hear her sing, Gounod, Puccini and Verdi amongst 
          them, are represented here, or at least the first two, but rather tantalizingly. 
        
 
        
One must therefore be grateful for what we have. The 
          Gounod features her coloratura in effulgent and imperious form and her 
          histrionic powers are exemplified by the Chant Hindou of Bemberg, an 
          inconsequential squib by a composer-factotum-lover but still a splendid 
          platform for Melba. I have to admit that Auld Lang Syne is rendered 
          incomprehensible but I enjoyed the soft singing of the refrain even 
          as I struggled and failed to make out a single word. A vocal trio joins 
          Melba for Scott-Gatty’s simple Good Night. Gwladys Roberts and Ernest 
          Pike were recording stalwarts but a young singer called Peter Dawson, 
          who’d started to record the previous year, joined them. Melba apparently 
          informed her fellow Australian that the city of his birth, Adelaide, 
          was "a town of pubs and prostitutes" which doubtless rendered 
          him uncharacteristically mute. The song is very lightweight stuff, rather 
          music hall, but technically speaking there are some well-sustained top 
          notes and good breath control at the end. Albert Fransella joins Melba 
          for Bishop’s Lo, Here the Gentle Lark and what a pleasure to listen 
          to his rustic flute as it swoops and darts; Melba starts rather cautiously 
          but soon fans out to dramatic effect. 
        
 
        
The aria from Gounod’s Faust starts with a decisively 
          maintained and sustained trill, some portamenti followed by an immediate 
          lightening of the voice – marvelously effective. Though her French is 
          undeniably unidiomatic the expressive adjuncts she employs here are 
          splendid – and the extended subsequent trills fearsome in the extreme. 
          Even in that old warhorse Tosti’s Goodbye she rises to a declamatory 
          peak at the apex of the song. When it comes to the Bach/Gounod Ave Maria 
          a rather sub-standard copy has been used with persistent scuffing; a 
          pity because whilst it’s hardly a stellar performance one could then 
          have heard rather more clearly the already acoustically distant W(illiam) 
          H(enry) Squire, cello soloist, chamber player, composer, dedicatee of 
          Fauré’s Sicilienne and obbligatist to contraltos, mezzos and 
          sopranos the length and breadth of the Empire. 
        
 
        
Lovers of the incongruous will turn to the Ladies Chorus 
          in Bemberg’s L’Amour est pur comme la flamme – perhaps not their finest 
          hour. But there is a certain insouciant hauteur to Melba’s rendition 
          of Bizet’s Pastorale; her control of line and held notes are marvelous 
          and so is the Lalo that concludes the disc. 
        
 
        
Ward Marston has done a good job with the copies, with 
          the exception of the side with which he was working on Ave Maria, which 
          should have been substituted. Notes by Peter Dempsey are once again 
          to the point and informative. Under Marston’s biographical details is 
          an uncorrected line of text that has somehow escaped proof reading. 
          "Ward said he’ll send his notes by Fri am." It seems he did 
          because this is a fine disc. 
        
 
        
Jonathan Woolf