This ENO Pelléas dates from 1981, just as the company 
                  was gearing up for its triumphant 'powerhouse' 
                  decade. One or two names here, most notably Elder and Tomlinson, 
                  would go on to be central players in that astonishing run of 
                  productions. There is a similar sense of magic here too. Everything 
                  comes together to make this an impressively coherent and atmospheric 
                  reading.
                   
                  Those in favour of opera in English will be grateful to Chandos, 
                  and to the ever-philanthropic Peter Moores, for this commercial 
                  release of an English language production, a rarity by any measure. 
                  Those with an allergy to the idea - and that includes me - will 
                  be pleasantly surprised at what the vernacular can offer this 
                  opera. The clarity of the diction from every singer makes the 
                  English translation worthwhile, and while the libretto (English 
                  only) is included, there are very few occasions when the listener 
                  might feel the need to reference it. The translation, by Hugh 
                  Macdonald is excellent. It flows with the same lilting prosody 
                  of the original and never grates against the agogic structure 
                  of the music. Perhaps one of the reasons for the success of 
                  the translation is the fact that Debussy, unlike Wagner, always 
                  keeps the music at arms length from the words, allowing the 
                  libretto to play out more as a play, whatever the sung language.
                   
                  The cast is strong, especially the leads. Robert Dean has a 
                  rich tone as Pelléas, although he sometimes struggles at the 
                  top. Eilene Hannan has the most French diction among all the 
                  singers in her portrayal of Mélisande. Her tone often tends 
                  towards speech, all the better to hear the words. Sarah Walker 
                  has an expansive and emotive tone as Geneviève. It is interesting 
                  to hear John Tomlinson, here just about to reach his high plateau 
                  as a singer, which he has only just begun to descend from in 
                  the last year or two. He puts more emphasis on the individual 
                  words than the other singers, and is perhaps a little too emphatic 
                  at times. He also puts on a surprising amount of vibrato, not 
                  something we associate with him these days. The only weak link 
                  in the cast is Rosanne Brackenridge as Yniold, whose tone is 
                  often strained and whose high notes are often flat.
                   
                  Mark Elder gives a relaxed yet precise reading of the score, 
                  with plenty of emotion and without any jarring gear-changes 
                  at the transitions. He maintains an ideal balance between the 
                  stage and the pit, and also gets an impressively emotive sound 
                  from the orchestra, with plenty of swooning from the strings 
                  when the score demands.
                   
                  Sadly, neither the orchestra nor the singers are well served 
                  by the audio quality. This is one of the many BBC opera recordings 
                  from the 1980s and 1990s that sound as if they were made at 
                  least twenty years earlier. The recording was only made for 
                  broadcast, but even so, the murky underwater quality does nobody 
                  any favours, least of all the violins, whose range of colours 
                  is seriously limited by the sound reproduction.
                   
                  We should be grateful the recording exists at all, as it documents 
                  a performance that was no doubt a pleasure to experience. Given 
                  that it was only thirty years ago, it seems a little premature 
                  to give photographs of the artists in sepia, especially as most 
                  of them are still working. Another link between the past and 
                  present is Hugh Macdonald, who returns to give informative programme 
                  notes. A little more information about the production itself 
                  might have been nice, especially as this is an 'archive 
                  edition'. Otherwise this is a handsome package, and should 
                  be of interest both to those who remember the show and those 
                  who have grown to love Debussy's opera since.
                   
                  Gavin Dixon
                See 
                  also review by John Sheppard