This Madama Butterfly is transferred from 
                Decca LPs, now out of copyright, and comes as a follow-up to Naxos’s 
                recent transfer of Tebaldi’s first Bohème which 
                I reviewed a few months ago. Opinions have been flowing freely 
                recently in the wake of a US Court ruling in favour of certain 
                Naxos transfers over which Capitol had claimed copyright and the 
                record companies themselves are lobbying for an increase to the 
                50-year copyright period operative in the UK and in Europe generally. 
                Some have even suggested that, since the company that originally 
                made the recording had paid for it, it should maintain its exclusive 
                rights for ever. Others argue on artistic grounds that the original 
                producer has the original tapes and can thus produce better results 
                than the likes of Naxos and Pearl (the latter have also issued 
                this Butterfly), who have to use LP pressings. Well, this 
                might be a valid point, so let’s put the Naxos Butterfly alongside 
                Decca’s own transfer. Ah, but where is it? As far as I can ascertain, 
                this recording was last sighted on a pair of Decca Eclipse LPs, 
                debased by a process euphemistically called "electronically 
                enhanced stereo". (This is true as far as Europe is concerned; 
                there seems to be a transfer on the London label available in 
                the US. Commentators have complained of distortion on the high 
                notes, which I don’t find here). As those-powers-that-be at Decca 
                have evidently judged this recording to have no commercial potential 
                these many years, what do they want an extension of the copyright 
                period for? To keep it under wraps for yet another 25 years? Or 
                50? Or for ever? In other words, an extension of the copyright 
                period might have some justification when the original producer 
                is still making the disc available to the public, but why should 
                it become merely an instrument for the prevention of public access 
                to recordings of historical significance? Perhaps a variation 
                of the law over Public Rights of Way might be applied; just as 
                a Public Right of Way can cease to be so if it is demonstrable 
                that no member of the public has attempted to use it for a certain 
                period, recording companies could lose their rights after 50 years 
                (or even sooner?) if it is demonstrable that they have not made 
                the recording publicly available for (say) at least five years 
                of the preceding ten. This would also act as an incentive to the 
                companies to reissue anything of value as the expiry date approaches, 
                to avoid losing it. (But de facto, this system operates 
                already; if Decca had put out a bargain CD transfer of this Butterfly 
                two or three years ago, would Naxos or Pearl thought it worth 
                their while to issue alternative versions?). 
              
 
              
Turning now to the artistic question, access 
                to the original master tapes is clearly an advantage, but it still 
                depends on what you do with them, always supposing they are in 
                a good state (tapes deteriorate and develop print-through, so 
                it is possible to imagine cases where a pristine LP would be better). 
                Presumably Decca would not inflict "electronically enhanced 
                stereo" on them any more, but some of their own transfers 
                (such as the 1954 Kleiber Rosenkavalier) seem to have tried 
                too hard to find upper frequencies that just aren’t there, producing 
                the aural effect of a paint-stripper. In this case, the musicality 
                of a Mark Obert-Thorn or a Ward Marston working with good copies 
                of the LP is much to be preferred and I wonder if they are making 
                plans for Rosenkavalier when it enters the public domain? 
                Better still, maybe, would be for Decca to hire Mark Obert-Thorn 
                or Ward Marston to work with the original tapes, but evidently 
                they think otherwise. 
              
 
              
Anyway, here we have a recording in the fine 
                acoustic of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia, Rome, in which the 
                voices reproduce well and naturally. The orchestra is slightly 
                backward and the upper strings sound thin but I found this no 
                bar to enjoyment. 
              
 
              
Renata Tebaldi has been considered, over the 
                years (both here and in her 1958 stereo remake) rather too tough 
                and bossy-sounding for the fragile little Japanese heroine. The 
                trouble is, Puccini just didn’t write for fragile, evanescent 
                voices. Furthermore, while Butterfly may seem a naïve, clueless 
                little thing at the start, she grows in strength and resolve as 
                she prepares for the final tragedy. The sort of singer who might 
                sound suitably young and fragile in the opening exchanges will 
                be swamped by the tenor in the love duet and will simply not have 
                the resources for the rest of the opera which needs heft, heft 
                and heft again. Clearly this was not a problem for Tebaldi and 
                she rises to every climax with opulent, unforced tone. But, if 
                this implies a lack of tenderness, I don’t really agree. It’s 
                true that she sings "The Japanese gods are lazy and obese" 
                with the air of one who’d like to get hold of them and bang their 
                silly heads together, and I didn’t find her especially affecting 
                in "Un bel dì", but many, many of the tender 
                passages, sometimes just a simple phrase here or there, are illuminated 
                by her exquisite soft singing. I’m inclined to think that you 
                won’t find a better sung Butterfly anywhere (though a comparison 
                with the longish extract from Leontyne Price’s 1964 recording 
                which recently surfaced in a double CD pack of that singer’s Puccini 
                and Strauss suggests that at least one may be its equal), and 
                as a portrayal it has a lot in its favour. 
              
 
              
Giuseppe Campora (b.1923) appeared regularly 
                at the Met between 1955 and 1965. He sings naturally and musically, 
                with no forcing of his attractive, lightish voice at climaxes. 
                Thus far, so good, but I think one wants a little more, and nothing 
                he does remains in the memory. Pinkerton is never going to be 
                an attractive character, but that doesn’t mean he has to be faceless. 
                Richard Tucker, alongside Price, has plenty of character, although 
                he sounds a bit old for the part. I don’t have the 1958 Tebaldi 
                to hand but the presence of Carlo Bergonzi sounds promising. 
              
 
              
The Sharpless, Giovanni Inghilleri (1894-1959), 
                had a long career behind him (he had recorded Amonasro in 1928) 
                and has patches of unsteadiness, but he "uses" his elderly 
                sound creatively to make an attractive character of the Consul. 
                I don’t know why it was thought necessary to bring in a Suzuki 
                from Montgomery, Alabama when plenty of Italians were at hand 
                (Giulietta Simionato recorded for Decca in this same period; in 
                1958 Fiorenza Cossotto took the role); in the event Nell Rankin 
                sings well enough though her Italian is slightly thick-sounding. 
                However, the only member of the cast that I found actually inadequate 
                was Melchiorre Luise (1899-1967) who offers a very wooden Prince 
                Yamadori (but it’s a tiny role). 
              
 
              
When reviewing Bohème I felt that 
                Alberto Erede was an underrated conductor and here again he shows 
                a complete understanding of Puccinian ebb and flow. Tempi are 
                quite swift, but with much flexibility and breathing space within 
                them; the singers are never pressed and the music always flows 
                naturally. He doesn’t demand the ultimate in precision but the 
                Santa Cecilia Orchestra, Italy’s best at the time, has all the 
                right colours and some very sweet-sounding strings. Since then 
                a varied assortment of "greats" have set down their 
                thoughts on Puccini conducting, often with a heavy hand. Tebaldi’s 
                1958 recording was conducted by Tullio Serafin. 
              
 
              
So all-in-all this set could still be a good 
                choice for a cheap way of getting to know the opera; great singing 
                from Tebaldi, adequate singing, sometimes more, from the others 
                and an excellent conductor. Tebaldi fans will be glad to have 
                it and will be pleased to have the four arias from 1949 as a makeweight. 
                The Gounod "Jewel Song" is perhaps the most interesting 
                in retrospect, since it shows that the young Tebaldi could sing 
                as a light and frothy operetta soprano; a few years later I doubt 
                if she could have sung it again this way. There is a good presentation 
                from Malcolm Walker, including biographical notes on the singers 
                and conductor; no libretto but a quite detailed synopsis. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell