Richard WAGNER (1813-1883) 
          Das Rheingold [140:27] 
          Tomasz Konieczny - Wotan 
          Antonio Yang - Donner 
          Kor-Jan Dusseljee - Froh 
          Christian Elsner - Loge 
          Iris Vermillion - Fricka 
          Ricarda Merbeth - Freia 
          Maria Radner - Erda 
          Günther Groissböck - Fasolt 
          Timo Riihonen - Fafner 
          Jochen Schmeckenbecher - Alberich 
          Andreas Conrad - Mime 
          Julia Borchert - Woglinde 
          Katharina Kammerloher - Wellgunde 
          Kismara Pessatti - Flosshilde 
          Rundfunk-Sinfonieorchester Berlin/Marek Janowski 
          rec. live, Berlin Philharmonie, 22 November 2012 
          
PENTATONE PTC5186406 
 
          [70:33 + 69:54]
 
         So to 
The Ring! Marek Janowski’s epic 
          Wagner cycle enters the final strait as it begins the great tetralogy 
          that crowned Wagner’s life’s work. Few conductors get to 
          record 
The Ring twice, but Janowski is privileged to have done 
          so. His first recording was from Dresden in the early 1980s, the third 
          out of only five studio 
Rings to be recorded. It was blessed 
          by the phenomenal playing of the Staatskapelle Dresden and first rate 
          digital sound captured in the city’s Lukaskirche. However, despite 
          some excellent individual turns, the set was often hobbled by the choice 
          of solo singers, most notably Theo Adam’s desiccated Wotan and 
          the rather overwhelmed Brünnhilde of Jeannine Altmeyer. It is interesting 
          that, almost for the first time in Janowski’s Berlin Wagner cycle, 
          we can now make some informed comparisons. I’m pleased to say 
          that this 
Rheingold shines up very impressively. 
            
          I haven’t always praised Janowski’s approach to Wagner’s 
          dramas - I found 
his 
          take on Tristan 
          maddening - but this 
Rheingold finds him at his best. He uses 
          his preference for fast speeds to his advantage to make the drama buzz 
          along from one exciting episode to another, pacing the work by tapping 
          right into the sense of quickfire elation. At times it feels as energetic 
          as a soap opera - a compliment - and the opera’s series of conversations 
          has seldom sounded so energised. The Prelude, for example, has a sense 
          of expectation that can hardly wait to get started, but in spite of 
          the fast speed I never found it rushed. The transitions between scenes 
          seem natural and well judged, and the showpieces are never less than 
          excellent. The descent into Nibelheim is thrilling, threatening to overwhelm 
          the listener at the entrance of the anvils, and you can sense the fragility 
          of the rainbow bridge in a sound that is commanding yet ephemeral. Janowski 
          controls the sound of the orchestra impressively, too: I particularly 
          loved the sound made by the strings during Erda’s scene, menacing 
          with a subtle sense of decay, casting a dusky veil over her warnings. 
          
            
          The orchestra and the clarity of its recording have been two of the 
          principal assets of this series, and so it proves here. They take every 
          opportunity to reveal Wagner’s score in all its astounding, delectable 
          colour, as if holding it up to the light for fresh examination. There 
          are lots of highlights - the trumpet at the first appearance of the 
          gold, the clearly delineated semiquavers on the violins as the water 
          ripples around the rejoicing Rhinemaidens, the delicate flecks of harp 
          as we arrive in Valhalla, the rhythmic, almost comical, swagger of the 
          giants’ theme, the ominous brass depth of the dragon, the stunning 
          trombones of the curse - but we can summarise it by saying that the 
          orchestra do a magnificent job of bringing the colours of Wagner’s 
          score to the surface. Likewise, the Pentatone engineers have captured 
          the whole performance brilliantly, both in stereo and surround. 
            
          So what of the singing? Well, I admit this doesn’t get off to 
          a good start, probably due to the limitations of the live concert setting. 
          The opening is not auspicious, with a rather hollery group of Rhinemaidens 
          and an Alberich that, initially at least, struggles with accurate pitching. 
          However, things settle down once everyone has warmed up. The Rhinemaidens’ 
          invocation to the gold is very effective, and Schmeckenbecher manages 
          a thrilling renunciation of love. What is more, by this time a momentum 
          seems to have taken over the scene, so that Alberich’s curse on 
          love launches us headlong into the swirling eddies of the transformation 
          music that transport us, via some daring timing from Janowski, up to 
          the cloudy heights of Valhalla, clearly and atmospherically enunciated 
          from the brass. Elsewhere Schmeckenbecher is fantastic in the Nibelheim 
          scene. His fantasies of world domination are played as the furious rantings 
          of a deranged mind and it’s very effective to listen to. However, 
          he then sounds remarkably pitiable when he pleads for Wotan not to take 
          the Ring from him and he sings a masterclass curse that begins as a 
          resentful whimper but grows into a powerful denunciation. 
            
          Tomasz Konieczny is a slightly gritty Wotan. He doesn’t have the 
          grandeur or poetic beauty of, say, Hans Hotter or, more recently, René 
          Pape, but he is undoubtedly dramatic. This feels like a lived-in performance, 
          not a “mere” concert. He is brilliant at depicting the god’s 
          conflicted sense of inner dilemma. Even when he is at his most contented, 
          surveying his new home in the final scene, you can sense the unease 
          that plagues the god, and the sense of entrapment that encircles him 
          in the second and fourth scenes is well worth hearing. Christian Elsner 
          makes a slightly nasal Loge, but I found him very effective. The vocal 
          colour reinforces his role as the outsider among the gods and helps 
          to enrich his character as the slightly disreputable fixer among the 
          immortals. He is delightfully derisive during the passages after Freia’s 
          departure when the gods begin to age and his interaction with Alberich 
          in the Nibelheim scene is a case-study of wheeling and dealing. You 
          can even sense a touch of pity for the despairing Alberich in the fourth 
          scene. Elsewhere among the men, Andreas Conrad makes a surprisingly 
          humane, sympathetic Mime, and the same is true for Günther Groissböck’s 
          Fasolt. Timo Riihonen has enough darkness in his voice to mark out Fafner 
          as the nastier of the two brothers. 
            
          The women are also very strong, led by a marvellously imperious Fricka 
          from Iris Vermillion. Ricarda Merbeth does a good job with what limited 
          material she has as Freia, but Maria Radner’s Erda is extremely 
          impressive. She actually manages to sound quite youthful, even affectionate, 
          avoiding any of the elderly warble that sometimes afflicts singers of 
          this role. Her warning of the “dark day” that dawns for 
          the gods is made all the more impressive by the spellbinding playing 
          of the orchestral strings. The trio of Rhinemaidens grow into the first 
          scene and sound good from offstage towards the end. 
            
          So the final chunk of Janowski’s Wagner cycle has got off to a 
          good start. I would certainly choose to listen to this 
Rheingold 
          over his Dresden one, mainly because of the conductor’s more impressive 
          sense of drama and excitement. Now let’s see how the rest of this 
          
Ring is going to unfold. 
            
          
Simon Thompson    
          
          Masterwork Index: 
Das 
          Rheingold