Stone Records have within a few years established themselves 
                  as an interesting new voice in the crowded field of companies 
                  still believing in the future of recorded classical music. The 
                  repertoire has been so far music slightly off the beaten track 
                  with a bias towards vocal music. Songs of Delius, Butterworth 
                  and Ronald Corp are now joined by the first issue in what is 
                  planned to be a complete survey of Hugo Wolf’s songs, begun 
                  at the end of the composer’s centenary year. 
                  
                  Starting with the 53 Mörike songs is a good idea, since many 
                  of his best known songs belong to this group. They were, all 
                  53 of them, composed between 16 February and 26 November 1888, 
                  a quite remarkable feat, comparable to Schumann’s feverish activities 
                  in 1840. They are presented here in the published order – which 
                  isn’t chronological: the first 26 on this disc and the remainder 
                  on volume two, which is already on its way with the same artists 
                  as here. 
                  
                  Shared between four singers in four different pitches we are 
                  guaranteed maximum variation, and for continuous listening this 
                  is good. All four singers are well established internationally, 
                  the youngest and probably least known being Swedish mezzo-soprano 
                  Anna Grevelius, who studied in London. The soprano, Sophie Daneman, 
                  has primarily been associated with the Baroque repertoire, working 
                  and recording regularly with William Christie and Les Arts Florissants, 
                  but her discography also encompasses songs by Beethoven, Mendelssohn 
                  and Schumann and, a bit surprising perhaps, a Noel Coward songbook 
                  together with Ian Bostridge. 
                  
                  A few years ago Stephan Loges took part in a complete recording 
                  of Mozart’s songs. I was full of admiration for his singing 
                  and mentioned ‘his well modulated, warm and rounded tone and 
                  perfect legato’ and in particular his care for nuances was much 
                  to my liking. This sensitivity is notable also in the present 
                  recital, and with his powerful, dark-tinted bass-baritone he 
                  has the full measure of these songs. Fussreise (tr. 10) 
                  is very good, Verborgenheit (tr. 12) no less accomplished. 
                  But there are unfortunately less attractive features in his 
                  singing that were not there three years ago: he is slightly 
                  unsteady at times and occasionally strained. Im Frühling 
                  (tr. 13) suffers in this respect and Um Mitternacht (tr. 
                  19) is also marred by this, which is a pity since this is one 
                  of Wolf’s finest songs. 
                  
                  James Gilchrist’s agreeable lyric tenor is perfectly suited 
                  to Der Tambour (tr. 5) and the two songs entitled Auf 
                  eine Christblume (tr. 20-21) are certainly sensitively sung. 
                  But Schlafendes Jesuskind (tr. 25) is not very successful 
                  – again a pity, since I believe many listeners are fond of this 
                  song. The concluding Karwoche (tr. 26) is beautifully 
                  performed as long as he sings softly but when under pressure 
                  the voice tends to spread and the tone hardens. 
                  
                  No such problems with Anna Grevelius. Her mezzo is well-equalized 
                  from top to bottom, it is powerful and agile – her debut as 
                  Rosina in The Barber of Seville at the English National 
                  Opera got rave reviews – and she is wonderfully sensitive. Nimmersatte 
                  Liebe (tr. 9) is a worthy calling-card, but even more so 
                  is An eine äolsharfe (tr. 11) and Elfenlied 
                  (tr. 16) with its evocative piano part is certainly one of the 
                  highlights in her lively reading. 
                  
                  As a Baroque singer one can expect Sophie Daneman to sport a 
                  basically light voice but it has darker undertones and seems 
                  cut out for the Wolf songs she has been allotted. Ein Stündlein 
                  wohl vor Tag (tr. 3) is a gem in her reading and the delightful 
                  Er ist’s (tr. 6), jubilant and beautifully sung, evokes 
                  a genuine feeling of spring, even though I write this in early 
                  November when Jack Frost has already begun his rule up here 
                  in Scandinavia. The voice glitters as much as the piano! Der 
                  Gärtner (tr. 17), one of my earliest Wolf favourites, 
                  is sung with a special lilt but – isn’t it very slow? No matter, 
                  this is Lieder singing on a high level. 
                  
                  The pianist, Sholto Kynoch, was a new name to me but his playing 
                  is extremely accomplished and flexible. A chamber musician as 
                  well as accompanist he has excellent credentials for a Wolf 
                  cycle. This first issue has a lot to offer though it is a bit 
                  uneven. In general it is the female singers who give the most 
                  satisfying readings but some of the less favourable impressions 
                  of the singing of the men may be due to temporary indisposition. 
                  After all, the programme was recorded live on two consecutive 
                  days with obviously no chance to tidy things up afterwards. 
                  Readers who are allergic to live recordings should know however 
                  that there are no signs of an audience: no applause, no creaking 
                  floors, no coughing. 
                  
                  Göran Forsling