Undiscovered 
                is a nice way of putting it. Rediscovered 
                might be better inasmuch as the contents 
                of these CDs were originally Decca LPs 
                recorded between 1967 and 1978. Some 
                collectors may still have them on their 
                shelves, in the main vibrant and alive 
                performances of some intriguingly seldom 
                visited repertoire, galvanised by Bonynge’s 
                characteristically colourful accompaniments. 
                The repertoire embraces much Massenet 
                – and rare Massenet at that – some cello 
                concertos more admired in the pedagogic 
                breach than in the actual hearing, a 
                raft of J C Bach and Salieri, recitals 
                of Arie Antiche by Tebaldi and 
                of nineteenth century operatic arias 
                sung by mezzo Huguette Tourangeau. Miscellaneous 
                the collection may inevitably be but 
                it does course with energy and refinement; 
                Massenet’s ballet music for Cigale is 
                a winningly spry affair, light and melodious, 
                rather the kind of thing in which Beecham 
                might have taken an interest. The Romantic 
                Cello Concertos album was played by 
                Jascha Silberstein; the first, the Auber, 
                comes without an orchestral part so 
                one was arranged for this recording 
                by Douglas Gamley. The work is open 
                hearted and lyrical but a lot of the 
                soloistic material lies quite high and 
                very occasionally the cellist’s intonation 
                buckles. The finale’s high jinx are 
                the most pleasing feature of the work 
                - with Silberstein phrasing delightfully. 
                The Popper, as perhaps might be anticipated, 
                of a virtuoso performer-composer has 
                two things going on simultaneously; 
                rhapsodic cantilena and show off technique 
                and in Popper’s case the latter is too 
                dominant. He exploits registral change 
                in too cavalier a fashion and despite 
                some noble sounding writing – the soloist 
                is fine here – most particularly in 
                the elegant Andante the work is too 
                lop sided and showy. The Massenet Fantasy 
                for Cello and Orchestra is well-crafted, 
                lyrical and gets more gypsy swaying 
                as it progresses; it has an evocative 
                little cadenza embedded in it as well. 
              
 
              
Bonynge teamed up frequently 
                with the English Chamber Orchestra and 
                the fruits of their collaboration can 
                be admired in the Bach (Johann Christian) 
                and Salieri album. Salieri’s Sinfonia 
                is vigorous and shapely and though there 
                are some excisions in his Concerto it’s 
                still winningly played by the still 
                admired wind principals. It’s J C Bach 
                however who shines more brightly in 
                this company; his Sinfonia Concertante 
                offers plenty of opportunities for expressive 
                nuance and in that respect no one is 
                better than oboist Peter Graeme in the 
                Larghetto. But for me the winner here 
                is the Symphony in E flat because this 
                is a clever, inventive, imaginative 
                work complete with a Mannheim crescendo 
                in the opening movement and pizzicato-energised 
                second. Melodic and effective Bonynge 
                has a lot of fun with its contours and 
                it was a pleasure to listen to the ECO’s 
                committed musicianship. 
              
 
              
The Forgotten Operas 
                set is sung by a musician Bonynge admires 
                and rightly so – the French-Canadian 
                Huguette Tourangeau. She has a magnificent 
                compass – from a high D and spanning 
                pretty well three octaves here, down 
                to an F in the bass stave (in the Balfe). 
                In that aria she is stentorian and commanding 
                but she is equally effective at delicacy 
                and tracery – as in the lyric Bizet 
                – though there are times when one might 
                think her too florid, as in the Auber 
                where there’s an uncomfortable spread. 
                She displays power but also eloquence 
                in the Massenet if her Verdi (from Oberto) 
                is too squally. I particularly admired 
                her Vaccai, which is full of tenderness 
                and feeling. 
              
 
              
Then there is Tebaldi 
                in what the notes call her Swansong. 
                Her last stage appearance was in 1973 
                but she did continue to record, with 
                Bonynge, and the sides here were taped 
                in 1975, her last LP, and are complete 
                here. The orchestrations are by Gamley 
                once more and he proves a resourceful, 
                colourful, quite anachronistic but engaging 
                orchestrator. Tebaldi herself is no 
                longer in her freshest voice, of course, 
                but there are always compensations listening 
                to an artist of her majestic level of 
                communicative involvement. She still 
                has a fine range (sinking deep in Piango, 
                gemo, sospiro), a spun legato, effortless 
                sounding pianissimi, expressive rubati 
                and gorgeously romanticised rallentandos 
                (listen to Le violette). Gamley 
                ensures plenty of colour accompanies 
                her – played by the New Philharmonia 
                - warm ripe strings, dancing winds, 
                fruity and luscious in the warm sun. 
                Not for purists certainly. 
              
To end this engaging 
                disc there is more Tourangeau, here 
                accompanied by Bonynge the pianist. 
                Aptly we began with Massenet and we 
                end with him and twenty of his little 
                known songs. Conductor and soloist made 
                a celebrated recording of Thérèse 
                for Decca and they prove equally adept 
                here. There is a real sense of style 
                and lyrical ease, allied to which her 
                mezzo has a most impressive range with 
                a downward compass of often thrilling 
                evenness. She employs the quick Gallic 
                portamento in Passionnément 
                and she reveals her voice’s full, 
                even compass in all registers in a song 
                such as Le petit Jésus. Simple 
                and unaffected romanticism arrives in 
                Ce que dissent les cloches. 
                A most welcome return to the catalogue 
                for this set; not all the songs are 
                on an especially elevated level but 
                whilst Tourangeau sings them she makes 
                us believe they are. 
              
 
              
This is one of ABC’s 
                most attractive boxes; splendid notes 
                and excellent photographs of the pensive, 
                brooding Bonynge, all shirtsleeves and 
                frizzy hair. For old timers there are 
                colour photographs of the LPs concerned. 
                Not everything is must-have but it’s 
                good to be able to welcome so much imaginative 
                and affectionate music making back to 
                the catalogue. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf