Since his debut in 1981 Julius Drake has grown to 
          become one of the most sought after accompanists in the world and his 
          discography is long and impressive. I remember hearing him at Wigmore 
          Hall (as here), accompanying the legendary tenor Hugues Cuénod 
          who gave a full-length recital to celebrate his 86th birthday. He was 
          a new name to me then but I knew instinctively that I would be able 
          to hear him many times in the future - at least on record. Here he follows 
          Alice Coote like a shadow, finding appropriate colours to underline 
          her interpretation. 
            
          The first four songs launch her view on this ever-fascinating cycle: 
          nervous, eager, youthful. Then in 
Der Lindenbaum she calms down 
          to the most delicious sincerity. I don’t believe I have ever heard 
          it more beautifully sung. The cold winds blow just as chillingly as 
          ever but she soon regains her reflective mood: Many hours have passed 
          since I left that place.   
          
Wasserflut is as inwardly private as any reading I have heard 
          and that also goes for 
Auf dem Flusse. The chill, the unease 
          is there in her reading, but the biggest emotions are calmed down, or 
          masked, but behind the small gestures one imagines a big black hole 
          in the traveller’s soul. Drake provides the undercurrent. 
            
          Listen to 
Rückblick, the almost 
Erlkönig-like 
          frenzy in the accompaniment and then Alice Coote sings 
Wie anders 
          hast du mich empfangen with beautiful simplicity. And hear how in 
          
Irrlicht the will-o’-the-wisp flutters in the piano and 
          how Alice Coote in the last stanza darkens the timbre - for a moment 
          only - only to finish the song with the loveliest singing imaginable. 
          
Rast is also a masterly reading with myriads of nuances, 
Frühlingstraum 
          masterly too, deeply felt and 
Einsamkeit depicting loneliness 
          so graphically. 
            
          The second half of the cycle opens with the initially optimistic 
Die 
          Post. The mood changes drastically: 
Die Post bringt keinen Brief 
          für dich, and the galloping accompaniment underpins the loneliness, 
          the emptiness. 
            
          The rest of the cycle is a nightmarish walk towards the unavoidable, 
          but it is far from finished yet. 
Wie weit noch bis zur Bahre! 
          (How far still to the grave) she sings in 
Der greise Kopf, but 
          adds 
Vom Abendrot zum Morgenlicht / Ward mancher Kopf zum Greise. 
          / Wer glaubt’s? Und meiner ward es nicht / Auf dieser ganzen Reise! 
          (Between dusk and dawn / Many a head has turned grey / Yet mine, would 
          you believe it, has not / Throughout this whole journey!) As it darkens 
          along the road the songs become ever more beautiful and gripping and 
          Alice Coote and Julius Drake convey both aspects. The wanderer is left 
          alone. A crow has followed her but also disappears. She reaches a graveyard 
          and contemplates it as a resting-point for the night. But all the rooms 
          are taken in this inn. The bitterness in the singer’s voice becomes 
          ever more tangible. 
Die Nebensonnen marks the definitive farewell 
          from reality, the most gripping of all the songs. When she meets the 
          organ-grinder she is already on her way to the other side. 
          
          Together Alice Coote and Julius Drake have guided us with deep empathy 
          and musical good taste along this emotional wandering and left longstanding 
          imprint in at least one listener. Judging from the ovations in Wigmore 
          Hall, that was the effect on the audience that night too. After the 
          last chord in 
Winterreise I want complete silence for at least 
          ten seconds. An enthusiastic audience naturally want to show the artists 
          how much they were appreciated - and who can resist joining in? For 
          domestic listening I would have liked the producer to edit out the applause 
          before putting the finished disc on the market. It comes as a blow right 
          in solar plexus after such an intense rendition of the song cycle. This 
          is, however, the only blemish and though I will still cherish Brigitte 
          Fassbaender and Natalie Stutzmann in this repertoire, Alice Coote will 
          be added to that duo in my affection. 
            
          
Göran Forsling  
          
          Masterwork Index: 
Winterreise
          
          Track listing
          1. 
Gute Nacht [5:15] 
          2. 
Die Wetterfahne [1:51] 
          3. 
Gefrorne Tränen [2:23] 
          4. 
Erstarrung [2:56] 
          5. 
Der Lindenbaum [5:20] 
          6. 
Wasserflut [4:12] 
          7. 
Auf dem Flusse [3:55] 
          8. 
Rückblick [2:19] 
          9. 
Irrlicht [2:41] 
          10. 
Rast [3:39] 
          11. 
Frühlingstraum [4:40] 
          12. 
Einsamkeit [3:05] 
          13. 
Die Post [2:15] 
          14. 
Der greise Kopf [3:25] 
          15. 
Die Krähe [1:55] 
          16. 
Letzte Hoffnung [2:20] 
          17. 
Im Dorfe [3:42] 
          18. 
Der stürmische Morgen [0:48] 
          19. 
Täuschung [1:17] 
          20. 
Der Wegweiser [4:51] 
          21. 
Das Wirtshaus [4:45] 
          22. 
Mut! [1:20] 
          23. 
Die Nebensonnen [3:25] 
          24. 
Der Leiermann [5:06]