It’s more than fifteen years since I first heard the 
                  young Camilla Tilling. She was engaged as soloist with our local 
                  symphony orchestra, of which I had then recently become president. 
                  I was captivated by her light, bell-like soprano, her technical 
                  command and, not least, her expressivity. There was soul and 
                  depth behind her effortlessly produced tones. Learning that 
                  she also had a song repertoire I immediately engaged her for 
                  a song recital in our chamber music society. This was another 
                  success and more than one of the visitors predicted a great 
                  career. And so it was. Before long she was gone, the international 
                  stages stood in line for her, Metropolitan, Covent Garden, later 
                  La Scala. In Sweden she sang at the Gothenburg Opera, where 
                  she once made her debut, and I caught her as the soprano soloist 
                  in Beethoven’s ninth in Stockholm. Period! 
                    
                  Three years ago BIS issued a solo disc with Camilla Tilling 
                  in Strauss songs. I ended my review ‘More, please, BIS!’ Now I have had 
                  my request granted. And let me get straight to the point: This 
                  is a damn good disc! The Strauss CD was very good; here it seems 
                  that she has gained even more colours and nuances while retaining 
                  that original youthful timbre and ravishing beauty of tone. 
                  Now in mid-career she has reached that ideal equilibrium between 
                  singing per se and interpreting, or the equal balance 
                  of words and music. There is in Tilling’s singing the 
                  same unaffected simplicity and naturalness of Elly Ameling, 
                  who was to my mind the greatest soprano in the Lieder Fach in 
                  the wake of Elisabeth Schwarzkopf. While Schwarzkopf was artfulness 
                  personified, Ameling was her opposite pole - but with the same 
                  deep insights. Tilling is a singer whose voice can’t be 
                  mistaken for either Schwarzkopf or Ameling but in approach she 
                  belongs to the Ameling school. Just listen to Suleika II 
                  (tr. 5). It is so sensitive, so beautiful and her diminuendo 
                  on the last note is lovely - and feels quite natural. She doesn’t 
                  over-do the effect. 
                    
                  As on her Strauss disc she mixes the well known with the not 
                  so well known. The first five songs must be counted as belonging 
                  to the latter category while An Silvia (tr. 6) has been 
                  sung and recorded by countless singers. Any new singer who essays 
                  that lovely song is up against all the great names of the past. 
                  I haven’t listened to the two dozen or so recordings on 
                  my shelves just for this review but as soon as I heard the very 
                  first phrases of Tilling’s reading it felt right. The 
                  song unfolded so naturally - I know I have used the word before 
                  - and there wasn’t a hint of calculation. There is enormous 
                  care, preparation and testing to reach this result, but it sounds 
                  spontaneous. Art concealing art. Der Zwerg (tr. 7) reveals 
                  her dramatic capacity and that she has more power than one can 
                  expect. She is now at an age when it is not uncommon that a 
                  former Susanna and Sophie takes on the Countess and the Feldmarschallin 
                  instead. 
                    
                  There is lovely singing throughout and I will just single out 
                  a couple of songs that felt special. Heimliches Lieben 
                  (tr. 9), a relative rarity, became a new favourite after hearing 
                  this delightful reading. I couldn’t resist playing it 
                  twice again before I continued listening. Frühlingsglaube 
                  (tr. 11) is sung so softly and inwardly, almost hesitatingly 
                  - and to great effect. The two final songs are heard in masterly 
                  interpretations. Totengräber’s Heimweh (tr. 
                  14) was for me long synonymous with Fischer-Dieskau; in particular 
                  his 1970 recording with Gerald Moore (DG). It seems designed 
                  for a baritone voice but remarkably Tilling darkens her voice 
                  and reaches the same depth as F-D. The final stanza is immensely 
                  moving. So is Litanei (tr. 15), sung with skinless vulnerability. 
                  
                    
                  Paul Rivinius, as on the previous disc, is an ideal partner. 
                  The recording balance is what one expects to hear in a good 
                  chamber music hall. Horst A. Scholz manages to squeeze in lots 
                  of illuminating information in the relatively limited space 
                  offered by the booklet. One further detail: BIS cleverly leaves 
                  generous silences between each song, enabling the listener time 
                  to digest the first song and prepare for the next. 
                    
                  A superb Schubert recital in every respect. More, please, BIS! 
                  
                    
                  Göran Forsling