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            Departures 
              Lennox BERKELEY (1903 - 1989) 
               
              Tombeaux, op.14 (1926) [9:18]  
              Roger QUILTER (1877 - 1953) 
               
              Four Songs of Mirza Schaffy, op.2 (1903) [6:01]  
              Giles SWAYNE (b.1946)  
              The Joys of Travel, op.124 (2009) [12:35]  
              Benjamin BRITTEN (1913 - 1976) 
               
              Quatre Chansons Françaises (1928) [14:55]  
              Ralph VAUGHAN WILLIAMS (1872 
              - 1958)  
              Songs of Travel (1904) [25:42]  
                
              Benjamin Hulett (tenor), Alexander Soddy (piano)  
              rec. 24-25 August 2009, New Hall, Winchester College. DDD  
                SAPHRANE S62611 [68:31]   
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                  It’s a sad reflection that these days the song recital 
                  tends to consist of the usual composers, mainly German and French. 
                  The vast repertoire of English song - from Gurney, Warlock and 
                  Ireland to the present day - seems only to given in specialist 
                  recitals devoted to such music. The singers seem often to have 
                  learned the music purely for that recital and seldom, if ever, 
                  perform the music again. With that in mind one wonders why composers 
                  bother to write songs. Were he alive today, Britten would still 
                  be composing his cycles and receiving myriad performances. The 
                  same would be true of a vocal work by Tippett, but what about 
                  songs and song-cycles by Richard Arnell, Adrian Cruft, Kenneth 
                  Leighton, Edmund Rubbra and so many more? And if the songs of 
                  these composers don’t receive performances, what is the 
                  point of writing songs at all? The answer is obvious: the English 
                  language has some of the best lyrical poetry in the world. Composers 
                  feel that they can illuminate the words with their music. So 
                  hurrah for that fact and boo to the singers who ignore this 
                  rich and endlessly fascinating repertoire.  
                     
                  And now we come to this disk, and its very varied content. The 
                  first four items will be new to many and they are most welcome 
                  in my collection. Lennox Berkeley’s Tombeaux is 
                  a setting of four poems by Jean Cocteau, in French, and they 
                  have more than a whiff of Poulenc to them. I imagine that these 
                  days we tend to think of Berkeley as a very English figure but 
                  his heritage was partly French and he studied with Nadia Boulanger. 
                  His outlook was more cosmopolitan than many English composers 
                  of his generation and his work displays a fastidiousness which 
                  could only have been achieved through his Gallic connections. 
                  These songs, though short, explore quite a deep emotional range, 
                  in the music, I have no idea what the words are about for the 
                  booklet doesn’t provide translations of the texts set. 
                  Roger Quilter’s early four settings of German texts show 
                  all the hallmarks of his compositions - clear writing, a great 
                  respect for the text he was setting and a grateful piano part. 
                  Whilst they may not have the assuredness of the soon to be written 
                  First Set of Shakespeare Songs, op.6 they make an interesting 
                  and enjoyable group. Again, there are no translations for the 
                  German texts in the booklet.  
                     
                  After writing about the beauty and wealth of great English literature 
                  available for song setting we have had two by French and German 
                  poets. The third composer represented here ignores those great 
                  writers and sets his own verse. There is a good reason for this, 
                  for the composer knows exactly what music he wishes to write 
                  and he can get the best words possible for setting by writing 
                  them himself. As poetry the verses set here leave a lot to be 
                  desired but as a look at the mores of travel and those that 
                  do it, for whatever reason, they work well. However, although 
                  I am sure that Swayne wishes to make certain points in his work, 
                  was it really necessary to mention consumer rape, deep vein 
                  thrombosis or a boozy old tar? It’s little things like 
                  these which make one wonder at the tenacity of the writer. Also, 
                  some words simply don’t set well to music. The music, 
                  however, is very fine indeed.  
                     
                  The Quatre Chansons Françaises was the 14 year 
                  old Britten’s first song-cycle and, as if he knew how 
                  his career was going to progress, it’s an orchestral cycle. 
                  It wasn’t performed until 1980 when Heather Harper sang 
                  it in a radio concert, three months before the public premiere, 
                  and her performance was issued on a BBC Carlton Classics disk 
                  (15656 9158 - coupled with a live 1978 performance of Les 
                  Illuminations, with Groves, and a splendid 1986 performance 
                  of Our Hunting Fathers with Downes) which is now out 
                  of print but is worth the search. It is so obviously an orchestral 
                  work that it sounds somewhat thin in this version with piano 
                  and no amount of good work can convince me of the validity of 
                  performing the piece with piano.  
                     
                  Vaughan Williams’s Songs of Travel only came together 
                  as the cycle we know after the composer’s death. In the 
                  early years of the century two volumes of songs were published 
                  but the final epilogue, which makes sense both musically 
                  and from a story-telling point of view, was discovered in the 
                  composer’s papers. Only then could the cycle be published 
                  as we now know it. It’s a work I used to perform often, 
                  in my performing days, and I have a special affinity for the 
                  piece. I am rather worried by this performance for the music 
                  needs a darker timbre than the tenor voice can offer. No matter 
                  how well Benjamin Hulett performs these songs I cannot warm 
                  to them for he doesn’t seem to be suffering. This isn’t 
                  Winterreise where the high voice is essential for the 
                  feel of desperation, loneliness and loss, but a more earthy 
                  composition. The deeper voice anchors it firmly in the English 
                  countryside, well away from the Austrian winter and imminent 
                  death. Hulett tries his best, but there are many other, and 
                  more apt, songs which could have filled up this disk.  
                     
                  Hulett is a strong singer, with a vibrant personality, good 
                  breath control, excellent diction and the ability to tell a 
                  story and engage us in the telling. He is fine in the first 
                  four works for these are separate songs brought together as 
                  cycles or groups without a real story thread - although one 
                  could say that the Swayne has one. In the Vaughan Williams I 
                  feel he doesn’t display a sufficiently full-bodied character 
                  to carry the argument over 25 minutes. He tends to sing everything 
                  in the same way and many times the chances for a little felicitous 
                  vocal inflection or colouring are missed. I give one example. 
                  At 00:44 in The Infinite Shining Heavens (no.6) at the 
                  words I saw them distant as heaven and at 1:42, Night 
                  after night in my sorrow, there is a total lack of mystery 
                  and wonder, which makes the song quite bland instead of the 
                  vision of a better future Vaughan Williams and Stevenson obviously 
                  had in mind.  
                     
                  I cannot imagine that anyone would buy this disk for the Vaughan 
                  Williams for the other works on the disk are much more interesting, 
                  and almost totally unknown. Alexander Soddy gives inspired support 
                  and the recording is clear and bright. The booklet contains 
                  brief notes and full texts, but, as already noted, no translations. 
                   
                     
                  Bob Briggs    
                 
                  
                  
                 
                 
                 
             
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