Where do we stand with 
                Beecham’s Faust? Firstly, there’s the 
                1929-30 English language set headed 
                by Heddle Nash and then the 1947-48 
                RPO recording with an almost all French 
                cast. Both are currently available. 
                In addition to these, live recordings 
                have survived and this performance, 
                which Raoul Jobin ensured was recorded, 
                is one of at least three – possibly 
                more - survivals from Beecham’s time 
                at the Met where he was so active and 
                distinguished a member of the French 
                wing. He generally had Pinza – not a 
                bad start – though he did sometimes 
                have Norman Cordon. As Faust it was 
                either Jobin or the excellent Charles 
                Kullman (who has his detractors but 
                I’m not usually among them) and as Siebel, 
                usually Lucielle Browning. In fact this 
                Met tour broadcast (from Boston) is 
                a full strength team except possibly 
                for Singher. He was an estimable musician 
                and one remembers him with admiration 
                from his Milhaud recordings but he wasn’t 
                on top form on 15 April. Beecham’s other 
                Valentins included Leonard Warren and 
                John Charles Thomas – though fortunately 
                both their impersonations of the role 
                with the conductor have survived so 
                we should perhaps be less concerned. 
              
 
              
Pinza is, of course, 
                magnificent and Jobin matches him for 
                much of the time – though not all of 
                the time, which is where Kullman scored 
                over him. Albanese is a character actress 
                of real repute though the voice itself 
                is inclined to take on a slightly mezzo-ish 
                depth. Never mind, she has the dramatic 
                instincts in place. The smaller roles 
                are well taken and that leaves Beecham. 
                Well, he was never rocket propelled 
                in this work and generally encouraged 
                leisurely tempi. Though as he would 
                doubtless be the first to point out, 
                the average ear confuses speed and rhythm 
                – and Beecham’s rhythmic underpinning 
                here is sure, his conception of the 
                work as a whole splendidly realised. 
                Right from the start one can admire 
                his direction of the Act I introduction 
                – so flexible and winning. The Chorus 
                comes in – somewhat distant but adequate 
                for a private recording of this kind. 
                Jobin is first – ringing and declamatory, 
                superb rhythm and articulation of phrases, 
                subtle highlighting of lyric peaks and 
                troughs. Then Pinza, simply wonderful 
                with great depth of tone across his 
                range - characterisation without exaggeration. 
                I wouldn’t make too much of Singher’s 
                problems but he is unsteady in 
                O toi in Act II (and going up 
                in the Invocation). In fact so is another 
                voice - the prompter, I assume, who 
                can be clearly heard – and crikey is 
                he a busy man. Beecham sounds to be 
                enjoying the grand seignorial swagger 
                behind Pinza in the Rondo – though, 
                a warning to those who are expecting 
                the moon; the sound is a bit crude along 
                the way. 
              
 
              
The Met strings sound 
                on good, spruce Gallic form in Nous 
                nous retrouverons, mes amis and 
                indeed they cultivate a bright and crisp 
                impression all round; the Chorus too 
                sounds well trained for the occasion. 
                As for Jobin’s Salut! Demeure chaste 
                et pure it’s not so bad – it’s not 
                virile in the way Kullman is but more 
                soft grained and intimate; less effusively 
                romantic. No, I don’t think Albanese 
                sounds youthful enough in the Chanson 
                du Roi de Thulé but she shows 
                signs of her impersonation to come later 
                on; careful and clever singing and acting, 
                as well as tonally frequently resplendent 
                on her own terms. Let’s finish with 
                Thelma Votipka and Lucielle Browning 
                who tend to be edged out of discussions 
                given the excellence of the principals. 
                Browning is consistently good and Votipka 
                shows in her Act III Que vois-je, 
                Signeur Dieu! just how strong a 
                cast this was – witty and perfectly 
                characterised. 
              
 
              
The acetates sound 
                to have been in generally good condition 
                and I doubt Jobin played through the 
                set much before bequeathing them to 
                the National Library of Canada. Restorer 
                Richard Caniell has had to equalize 
                throughout (the two turntables used 
                to record the opera, as so often, had 
                different characteristics). There’s 
                a small patch in the Soldier’s Chorus 
                but more of a problem in Act III Scene 
                II where two discs were missing – longer 
                patches from Beecham’s 1943 broadcast 
                survival have been used, along with 
                a smaller patch from the duel scene 
                from a performance led by Pelletier 
                in 1944. They’ve been expertly carried 
                out. If you don’t know Beecham’s way 
                with Pinza et al at the Met here is 
                a fine place to start. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Robert Farr