Marston continues its 
                exceptional series devoted to the restoration 
                of Pathé’s acoustic opera sets 
                with this rare Faust recorded in Paris 
                in 1911-12. At the helm was François 
                Ruhlmann, an increasingly able youngish 
                conductor, whom some will recognise 
                from his extensive studio work. He presides 
                over a then standard Parisian text with 
                its excision of Avant de quitter 
                ces lieux and also Siébel’s 
                Act Four aria. 
              
 
              
The cast was essentially 
                an admired Paris Opéra one. Jeanne 
                Campredon was twenty-seven, a long serving 
                soprano whose specialism in the French 
                repertoire certainly did not exclude 
                her from premiering Rosenkavalier 
                in the French capital as late as 
                1927 – she was the Marschallin to Germaine 
                Lubin’s Octavian. Rather like Campredon 
                the Siébel, Marguerite d’Elty, 
                toured the French provincial circuit 
                as well as securing a base in Paris 
                though she made fewer recordings. Jeanne 
                Golancourt took minor roles on the Paris 
                stage and so far as is known made no 
                solo recordings which makes her ensemble 
                work all the more valuable. Then of 
                course there is the Faust of Léon 
                Beyle who was approaching his peak at 
                forty. A famously broad repertoire made 
                him an admirable call for everything 
                from Gluck to Wagner and he was assiduous 
                in propagating new work as well taking 
                roles in operas by Rabaud and Richepin. 
                Oddly Faust didn’t feature much in his 
                performances and it seems that he never 
                sang it at all in Paris – remarkable 
                if true. Méphistophélès 
                is André Gresse, son of a perhaps 
                even more famous father and the Valentin 
                is the oldest of the cast members, Jean 
                Noté, the most well remembered 
                of them all and then fifty-two. Belgian-born 
                he recorded widely and fortunately a 
                number of his discs are currently available. 
              
 
              
Pathé exercised 
                then unique largesse in the number of 
                sides it granted to these complete opera 
                (and theatrical) recordings. There were 
                28 discs – 56 sides – and unlike some 
                more hurried sets this one unfolds at 
                a generous tempo. The Introduction for 
                example shows immediately how natural 
                sounding the rhythm is and arouses expectations 
                that Ruhlmann by and large well meets. 
                As Faust Léon Beyle has a slightly 
                heavy sounding voice – not lacking mobility 
                but just a touch lacking in flexibility. 
                One of the remarkable things about these 
                and other sets is that, despite some 
                inherent pressing faults and a certain 
                familiar Pathé "hollowness," 
                the voices are very forward with no 
                great loss of orchestral detail, albeit 
                the band is obviously very much reduced 
                in size. I should also point out that 
                no galumphing supporting brass instruments 
                detract from one’s enjoyment, as they 
                so frequently did in pre-electrics. 
                If they’re there they are discreet and 
                well blended. Listen to the fine Parisian 
                winds and the excellent strings in Viens! 
                the concluding Act I scene between Faust 
                and Méphistophélès. 
              
 
              
André Gresse 
                has his moments but his is rather monochromatic 
                a voice though it’s much more impressive 
                than that of the bleaty Wagner of Pierre 
                Dupré. Theatrically Gresse doesn’t 
                sound especially dramatic in his Act 
                IV scene 3 Vous qui faites l’endormie. 
                The chorus is generally well marshalled 
                but it can get messy, as it does in 
                Act II’s Voyez ces hardis compères. 
                Beyle’s Salut! Demure chaste 
                et pure is attractive though not 
                especially ardent, quite slow but rhythmically 
                elastic. He has a very masculine and 
                swaggering Ce qui doit in Act 
                IV scene 3 and throughout he’s not quite 
                as rough toned as he could sometimes 
                be. Campredon sounds older than twenty-seven; 
                hers is a strong, forwardly produced 
                voice but not ideally steady. She has 
                a fine coloratura though, which she 
                spins off in Il était un roi 
                de Thulé and she shows quite 
                a command of style. 
              
 
              
As an appendix and 
                a most welcome and substantial one we 
                have a selection from Faust sung by 
                some distinguished singers. We can hear 
                such as Muratore, Delmas, Agussol, Landouzy, 
                in individual arias, a real role call 
                of style. 
              
 
              
As with Faust these 
                are transferred with clarity and presence. 
                Such faults as there are in the Faust 
                are inherent, pressing bumps, a rather 
                hollow presence on occasion and so on. 
                But this is a recording now getting 
                on for its century and it bears up remarkably 
                well in all the circumstances. Marston 
                continues to provide first class booklets 
                with cast details and photographs and 
                this completes a fine restoration to 
                the catalogues of a performance never 
                before released, so far as I’m aware, 
                in its entirety. 
              
 
               
              
Jonathan Woolf