Live performances have to be very, very good if they are to 
        be worth marketing as CDs (unless of course they are intended for a special 
        restricted market – family, friends etc - which is a different matter). 
        So this recording really need not detain us for long, as it is a performance 
        which may have been fine live, even quite exciting, but doesn’t really 
        pass muster as a commercial recording, especially when the work concerned 
        is such a celebrated and justly popular one. 
         
        
Balance is a problem, with soloists uncomfortably close; 
          this emphasises the rather metallic quality of Rosamund Illing’s voice, 
          despite her undoubted feel for the drama of the music. Some of her high 
          notes are really quite painfully harsh, though I feel this is in large 
          part due to the recording balance. Dennis O’Neill, a singer for whom 
          I have enormous respect, is another who seems ill-served; indeed I wonder 
          if he was happy about this issue, as it presents him in far from his 
          best light. The mezzo-soprano soloist, Bernadette Cullen, sings with 
          commitment, while bass Bruce Martin is easily the most convincing of 
          the soloists, with enough darkness in his voice, but plenty of lyrical 
          feel for the music too. As a quartet, these four have their problems; 
          for example, as so often, the unaccompanied passage in the Lacrimosa 
          (track 10 2:45) is virtually atonal, as is a similar moment towards 
          the end of the Offertorium. 
        
 
        
The predominance of the soloists means that much orchestral 
          detail is hard to pick out. The off-stage brass in the Tuba Mirum 
          (track 3) are pretty well inaudible, particularly when the whole 
          choir and orchestra pitch in. And the very opening of the piece - ’cellos 
          soli - is so soft that you have to adjust the volume to its highest 
          setting simply to hear it, only to get blasted out of your seat later 
          on! 
        
 
        
The choir, too, have some problems getting across, 
          which is not surprising if the booklet is to be believed, as it describes 
          the Opera Australia Chorus as consisting of just forty-eight voices, 
          which makes this work very hard going for them. However, there 
          is no doubt about the quality of their voices, and their singing of 
          the treacherous fugue in the Libera me (track 19, 0:20) is impressively 
          accurate and energetic. 
        
 
        
Simone Young directs with passionate commitment, and 
          a sense of the drama of ‘Verdi’s greatest opera’. Yet her creditable 
          desire not to let the tension drop leads to some uncomfortable moments, 
          particularly in the lovely Salva me section of the Dies Irae 
          (track 6, 0:25), where soloists really need space and time for their 
          soaring phrases. 
        
 
        
This CD will revive memories of what was probably a 
          very special occasion for performers and audience like; as a commercial 
          recording, it isn’t really a competitor. 
        
 
        
        
Gwyn Parry-Jones