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            Come Away, Death  
              Erich Wolfgang KORNGOLD  
              (1987-1957)  
              Come Away, Death - from Songs of the Clown, Op.29 (1937) 
              [2:47]  
              Wolfgang PLAGGE  (b.1960) 
               
              Södergran-sanger Op.146 [12:46]  
              Jean SIBELIUS  (1865-1957) 
               
              Come Away, Death (Kom nu hit, död!) - from Two Songs From 
              ‘Twelfth Night’, Op.60 (1909) [2:26]  
              Maja Solveig Kjelstrup RATKJE  
              (b.1973)  
              HVIL (2008) [20:18]  
              Gerald FINZI (1901-1956) 
               
              Come Away, Death - from Let Us Garlands Bring, Op.18 (1929-42) 
              [3:38]  
              Modest MUSSORGSKY (1839-1881) 
               
              Songs and Dances of Death (1875-77) [21:28]  
                
              Marianne Beate Kielland (mezzo), Sergej Osadchuk (piano)  
              rec. Jan. 2009, Sofienberg Church. Hybrid SACD. MCH 5.1 DSD. Stereo 
              DSD.  
                2L 2L064SACD   
              [63:32]   
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                   Do not be repelled by the album’s title or by 
                  the morbid picture on the front cover. This is not a gloomy 
                  collection of gruesome, death-obsessed music. This beautiful 
                  and diverse vocal music is, in particular, unified by reflections 
                  on death, the acknowledgement of its presence in - or after 
                  - our life. Only in the last song, Mussorgsky’s Field-Marshal, 
                  is Death openly terrifying.  
                     
                  The “golden thread” of this programme is Shakespeare’s 
                  poem Come Away, Death from The Twelfth Night. 
                  Out of more than twenty settings, three were chosen. All of 
                  them treat the text as a tragic renunciation - despite it being 
                  originally placed in the context of a merry comedy. These three 
                  short songs are like way-markers on the way through the album, 
                  separating three longer works.  
                     
                  The setting by Korngold opens proceedings. It is lyrical and 
                  almost operatic, with frequent switches between major and minor. 
                  The melody moves in slow, steady waves. The mood is close to 
                  Purcell’s Dido’s Lament: this is a calm acceptance 
                  of death, with bitter sorrow, but without protest. The setting 
                  by Sibelius is, I guess, in Swedish. It is stern and bare - 
                  the darkest of the three. The music conveys both dread and foreboding. 
                  Despite being very sparse, it leaves a feeling of heaviness, 
                  of a hard and cold tombstone. Finzi’s setting adopts the 
                  pace of a funeral cortege and the ceaseless slow swaying of 
                  a tolling bell. The melody is poignant, with distressing accents: 
                  here the hero is definitely not agreeing with his fate! This 
                  version is more theatrical, less personal than the other two: 
                  the music ascends like a thorn bird rising to the skies. It 
                  is also the most beautiful version, and the melody is haunting. 
                  It stayed with me for at least a fortnight.  
                     
                  Wolfgang Plagge set four poems by Edith Södergran. There 
                  is no explicit mention of death in the poems. However, they 
                  can be interpreted as pondering the subject. The music is boldly 
                  dissonant and creates a feeling of fragility and strength at 
                  the same time - as if depicting a strong yet emotional personality 
                  in deep depression. The accompaniment is sparse and effective. 
                  These settings succeed in their aim to “reproduce and 
                  reinforce both the ascetic and the uninhibited aspects of Södergran’s 
                  incomparable language”, as the composer strove to do. 
                  Although very modern, the music grips and enthralls with its 
                  interplay of white light and delicate glass, of cold rain and 
                  warm wind. The match with the words is tight and delicate. Kielland’s 
                  dark velvety voice brings the songs to life - frightening, poignant, 
                  stirring. This is a very memorable and beautiful work.  
                   
                  HVIL is described by its creators as “the Earth’s 
                  plea to humankind”. There is no translation, and there 
                  probably cannot be any, for the Earth is speaks an eerie language, 
                  whispering and shouting out words in clusters. If you know Norwegian 
                  (and Latin) you’ll probably be able to decipher those 
                  long long words; the rest of us will need a translation, which 
                  is absent. I understand that a detailed explanation is not feasible 
                  - still, I would have expected to receive a little more information. 
                  As it is, I can only speak about the effect of the sounds, without 
                  really understanding the meaning of the words. The effect is 
                  spectacular. The piano part lies in the lowest and highest registers. 
                  In between, the voice cries out: a desperate plea, dark and 
                  intense, and at the same time fragile. The voice jerks and thrashes 
                  about as if in fever. The music descends to the lowest reachable 
                  areas. Kielland is a marvel; her voice is powerful in all the 
                  registers, and she shows great affinity with the work. This 
                  is the most persuasive advocacy for the Earth’s plea: 
                  I don’t understand what the singer is saying, but I feel 
                  that I totally agree with her. The music is atonal: the Earth 
                  does not care about our ridiculous conventions.  
                     
                  The programme is closed by a strong, memorable performance of 
                  Mussorgsky’s Songs and Dances of Death. Grammatically, 
                  in the Russian language, Death is feminine. Thus a woman’s 
                  voice is more suitable here than the customary bass or bass-baritone: 
                  we hear Death speaking, not someone retelling her words. And 
                  among the female voices, the lower one surely has a better claim 
                  to the work, due to its darker connotations. So, Kielland is 
                  already in a good starting position - but a good start is not 
                  enough. What she does, how she sings, what she makes out of 
                  these songs, is absolutely awesome. Lullaby, this female 
                  counterpart to Erlkönig, is a gem of the musical 
                  theatre, and Kielland sculpts each word as if she lives it, 
                  with absolute identification in all roles. This is one of the 
                  cases where it is borne home to the listener that music is not 
                  just about accurate note-rendering. If you have children, by 
                  the end you’ll be half-dead yourself.  
                     
                  The text of the Serenade is rather verbose, without the 
                  dense action that we encounter in other three songs. Kielland 
                  compensates by giving us some magnificent opera singing. Her 
                  diction is very good, and the Russian pronunciation is praiseworthy. 
                  She conveys the feeling of restrained power, which finally uncovers 
                  itself in the explosion of the last notes. Trepak has 
                  the grim dare-devilry, which we know from some pages of Boris 
                  Godunov - especially the role of Varlaam and the Kromy scene. 
                  In the midst of the winds and blizzards whipped up by Osadchuk, 
                  Kielland sings with raw abandon. The ending is a soft consolation. 
                  The Field-Marshal puts a huge exclamation mark at the 
                  end of the recital. The images of the battlefield are shocking, 
                  and Death’s monologue is terrifying. Kielland’s 
                  voice is strong and cuts deep like a blade through butter. The 
                  ending is devastating.  
                     
                  Throughout the disc, the contribution of the pianist Sergej 
                  Osadchuk is invaluable. The power and expressiveness of his 
                  playing matches those of Marianne Beate Kielland’s singing. 
                  He has to handle difficult scores, and he does it boldly, yet 
                  his technique always serves dramatic purposes. In the liner-note, 
                  Kielland recounts the conception of the album. The works are 
                  described - by the creators where they are still living. We 
                  have bios of the performers, all this in English and Norwegian. 
                  Complete texts with English and Norwegian translations (where 
                  possible) are provided. As usual for this label, the recording 
                  quality is exemplary. I listened on an ordinary CD player, but 
                  even so I was amazed by the quality of the surround. If something 
                  can persuade me to buy a SACD player at last, it is this disc. 
                  I just want to hear what the “real thing” can be, 
                  if the plain-CD reduction has such a feeling of space and presence. 
                  Kielland’s voice is captured most vividly and is presented 
                  as if a shining gem on a velvet bed.  
                     
                  There are experiences in life that you remember, although they 
                  may not be pleasant. Some of them are musical. They make you 
                  think, maybe even change. They clean the pipes of your soul. 
                  This disc is one such experience: a work-out for the psyche. 
                  Our souls need exercising not less than our bodies do - especially 
                  in these times when we consume so much emotional junk food. 
                  And, just like the effort and the tension of sport the process 
                  does not necessarily induce an enjoyable feeling, but in the 
                  end you are glad you did it … and so it is here. Unless 
                  even the mention of Death is taboo for you, consider hearing 
                  this disc. There may be no joy in this enjoyment, but 
                  there is much beauty, sincerity and high art. This disc gave 
                  me one of the strongest musical experiences I have ever had.  
                   
                   
                  Oleg Ledeniov    
                   
                 
                  
                  
                  
                  
                 
                 
             
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