Reissued in a slipcase 
                these five CDs enshrine two Dutch recordings 
                made within a couple of years of each 
                other in Haarlem. They share other things 
                as well: the same band, the excellent 
                La Petite Bande, and three singers all 
                of whom are distinguished exponents. 
                There is a certain logic to the coupling 
                therefore and one that will appeal to 
                those interested in historically informed 
                performance practice. 
              
 
              
Leonhardt’s St Matthew 
                Passion uses an all male choir; 
                a boys’ choir, the German Tölzer 
                Knabenchor from whose ranks come the 
                two boy soloists for the soprano arias, 
                and the Men’s Choir of La Petite Bande. 
                The direction is noble, spacious, powerfully 
                expressive and rather introverted. It 
                is clearly deeply rooted in musicological 
                and textual analysis and in conveying 
                spiritual depth. I would characterise 
                it as meditative rather than dramatic 
                though obviously the two terms are, 
                in their subtle musical ways, not necessarily 
                exclusive. The note is struck from the 
                first chorus in which slowly unravelling 
                stands, precise but never coldly explicated, 
                reveal themselves. Accents are calibrated 
                – though I do have something to say 
                about Leonhardt’s accents below – and 
                the boys’ choir is properly clear and 
                aerated, open and less polished and 
                pure than their British counterparts 
                but gaining in a degree of richness. 
                The boy soloists take their roles with 
                commendable vigour though the results 
                can be variable. René Jacobs 
                strikes me as a rather matter-of-fact 
                presence; the voice is clear and well 
                equalized though not especially warm 
                or capable of much colouristic inflexion 
                (see Buss und Rau in Part I) 
                and whilst his Erbarme Dich is 
                attractively done it is seen through 
                the prism of Leonhardt’s strict contemplation. 
              
 
              
The Evangelist is Christoph 
                Prégardien, an experienced singer 
                of the role who has also recorded it 
                with Harnoncourt. His Er antwortete 
                und sprach and the Jesus, Max van 
                Egmond’s responses, embody great gravity 
                and warmth and are features of the performance, 
                ones that on their own elevate this 
                recording. One can hear how much detail 
                has been considered in the question 
                of the balance when one listens to the 
                organ in the First Part Chorale O 
                Mensch bewein dein Sünde gross 
                and, as with the vocal forces, textures 
                are here clear and aerated. Klaus Mertens 
                and John Elwes also stand out for their 
                dignity and intimate correlation of 
                tone to text. 
              
 
              
On the matter of Leonhardt’s 
                handling of a number of the chorales 
                I have more negative feelings. Those 
                such as Part II’s Mir hat die Welt 
                and O Haupt voll Blut and 
                Wunden are examples of his insistence 
                on accent swellings that sound to me 
                mannered if not perverse in the context. 
                And it’s true that the choral forces, 
                whilst strong, are not invariably commanding; 
                the boy soloists are also variable. 
                So whilst I admire much here – the elevation, 
                the seriousness and sensitivity and 
                the august contemplative spirit that 
                Leonhardt evokes there are certain weaknesses 
                that must also be considered. Of them 
                I think the handling of some chorales 
                is the most pressing. 
              
 
              
Coupled with the St 
                Matthew is the St John Passion directed 
                by the first violinist of La Petite 
                Band, Sigiswald Kuijken. This is a less 
                contentious recording but also a less 
                rewarding one. There are real merits 
                in the band’s spirited playing and in 
                some of the first class soloists, Prégardien, 
                van Egmond and Barbara Schlick amongst 
                them. But the opening chorus sounds 
                very devitalised and rather dogged and 
                it’s the latter word that stuck in my 
                mind as I listened to the performance 
                as a whole. It’s true that the majority 
                of the choruses are better than the 
                opening one – Part I’s Wer hat dich 
                so geschlagen happens to be well 
                done, reverential, slow and attractive. 
                And I like the way in which the engineers 
                have caught the lute in Part II’s bass 
                arioso Betrachte, meine Seel where 
                van Egmond once more impresses. Nevertheless 
                the men in the chorus are not incisive 
                enough in Wir haben ein Gesetz and 
                for all his skill Jacobs doesn’t quite 
                manage to vest his great aria Es 
                ist vollbracht with the requisite 
                sense of moving humanity. On the credit 
                side tempi are moderate, as with Leonhardt, 
                and much is sympathetic and convincing. 
                The liabilities, though marginal, do 
                mount up. 
              
 
              
The question of alternative 
                recommendations is complicated by the 
                fact that these two recordings are yoked 
                together in one slipcase and it’s perhaps 
                better to avoid the issue altogether. 
                Neither, in truth, ultimately convinces 
                but I would argue that the Leonhardt 
                contains within it a stratum of profundity 
                that repays close listening. Notes and 
                texts are as per previous releases 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf