I don’t know what Simone Young was thinking when she put together 
                the programme for this CD: in attempting to construct a creative 
                programme, she ended up making something bizarre. It makes sense 
                to couple the Wesendock Lieder with the Tristan prelude, 
                but why no Liebestod when you have Lisa Gasteen on the 
                disc anyway? The Strauss songs seem a random choice, and if one 
                is looking at the passions of Strauss then surely there 
                are far more appropriate works than Metamorphosen to include. 
                The notes grant us no clues as to these choices. As such this 
                programme seems muddled and confused and we’re forced to consider 
                the works as separate essays rather than as part of a coherent 
                whole. 
                
Things don’t begin well, I’m afraid. The 
                  WASO provide a good accompaniment to the Wesendock Lieder, though 
                  the “throb” in Träume is too pronounced for my taste. 
                  The solo violin version of this song is interesting and provides 
                  a neat contrast to the way the same material was used in Tristan. 
                  I cannot warm to Lisa Gasteen’s singing, however. With typical 
                  hype she is often referred to as a “superstar” and as one of 
                  the greatest dramatic sopranos at work today. Having experienced 
                  her Brünnhilde on stage, however, I was left with the sinking 
                  feeling that if she is the greatest Wagner soprano of our time 
                  then we are in a bad way indeed. All the virtues and problems 
                  of her stage interpretations are mirrored on this disc. She 
                  sounds comfortable, if a bit nasal, in her middle register, 
                  but there is an unpleasant edge to her voice which permeates 
                  every aspect of her singing. These are magnified at the top 
                  of her range when an unpleasant “beat” develops above the stave 
                  and the shrill steeliness is uncomfortable to listen to for 
                  long. Furthermore, and this is a basic error, there are simply 
                  too many flat notes, and often these are easy ones too, as in 
                  Die Engel. Her voice is certainly big, but this also 
                  makes it thick and obtrusive: the faster, lighter passages of 
                  Stehe Still elude her. It’s not even as if this is difficult 
                  Wagner singing! If the Strauss numbers are a little better then 
                  I was left with the uncomfortable suspicion that it is because 
                  they are shorter. 
                
Young must take her share of the blame, 
                  however. The Tristan prelude unfolds very slowly, 
                  not a crime in itself, but her outworking of the themes is stodgy 
                  and inconsistent. There are times when her keeping of time is 
                  so rigid that one can sense exactly where the bar lines are, 
                  and others where the note values are distended and wilful. Her 
                  sense of pacing, so important in this of all works, is almost 
                  non-existent. Worse still, she simply loses control at the climax 
                  and she seems to have no awareness of the great arc of this 
                  work. 
                
Things improve, however, with Metamorphosen. 
                  There is more purpose and pace to this great outpouring and 
                  she sets opens with a warm legato, almost as if she if trying 
                  to out-Karajan Karajan! She succeeds in highlighting the work’s 
                  lyricism, however, and she is helped by extraordinarily powerful 
                  playing from the orchestra, by turns intimate and searing. There 
                  is excellent recorded sound too, and the solo strings give us 
                  a warm bloom that Gasteen robs us of. The final bars bring an 
                  increasing sense of decay and the works conclusion sinks into 
                  profound sadness.
                
              
In spite of this, however, there is too 
                much on this disc to disappoint and not enough to recommend. Sorry, 
                ABC, but you’ll find these works done better elsewhere, particularly 
                at this price.
                
                Simon Thompson