This thoroughly gripping and superbly sung performance 
          formed the centrepiece of the 2000 New Zealand Festival. It has been 
          skilfully captured on disc, with the truthful and realistic balance 
          between stage and pit making it amongst the best live opera recordings 
          I have encountered for some time. Add to that a marvellously attentive 
          audience (no bronchial distractions here), applause saved just for the 
          ends of the acts (no tiresome interruptions after arias), and truly 
          world-class playing from the orchestra, and you have a real winner. 
          Actually, the last bit shouldn’t have come as a surprise, given that 
          one of our finest younger conductors, James Judd, has been their Musical 
          Director since 1999, and has obviously whipped them into a crack ensemble. 
        
 
        
As with many of Verdi’s best operas, Simon Boccanegra 
          focuses on a father-daughter relationship, and it demands acting skills 
          of a high order, not just great vocal ability, to be completely convincing. 
          The New Zealand Festival obviously pulled out the stops in getting an 
          internationally experienced (though not necessarily famous) cast together. 
          They are headed by a superb young bass-baritone, Gordon Hawkins, who 
          invests the character of the tragic Doge of Genoa with just the right 
          amount of warmth and emotional integrity. His voice is rich and dark, 
          and though a hint of strain is evident in places, it never detracts 
          from the thrill of the moment. Simon’s address to the people at the 
          end of the first act, ‘Plebe! Patrizi! Popolo!’ (a sort of equivalent 
          to ‘Friends, Romans, Countrymen’), is a marvellous piece of political 
          rhetoric, and Hawkins delivers it with nobility and gravitas. 
        
 
        
As his daughter Amelia, Nuccia Focile is just as inspired. 
          Her Act 1 introductory aria, Come in quest’ora bruna (Lovely 
          when day is early), is deeply affecting, and shows clear echoes 
          of Desdemona to come. Her voice is focused and firm, even when the pressure 
          is on, and one is never in doubt that she is fully on top of the part. 
          The thoroughly nasty Paolo, a baritone part, is clearly relished by 
          Yaron Windmüller, who enunciates in a Gobbi-like fashion; he is 
          particularly impressive in the extraordinary conclusion to Act 1, where 
          Simon forces Paolo to curse the kidnapper – i.e. himself. It is good 
          to hear the distinctive vocal timbre of a Russian bass, Vladimir Vaneev, 
          in the role of Fiesco. Ghiaurov and Christoff both enjoyed singing this 
          part (both also recorded it), and Vaneev’s Slavic tones are superbly 
          suited to the character. The weakest character out of the male leads 
          is Gabriele Adorno, and our own Paul Charles Clarke does as well as 
          anybody (including Domingo) in trying to give the part some backbone. 
          His thrilling Act 2 aria ‘O Inferno!…Sento avvampar nell’anima’ (Now 
          blazing with heat my soul’s afire) is a high point, and Clarke 
          is fully up to the demands of the high tessitura. Where strain does 
          begin to show, as a little later in this act, it almost seems in keeping 
          with the character’s tortured emotions, and is thus plausible rather 
          than distracting. 
        
 
        
As mentioned above, the playing of the orchestra under 
          the guest Italian conductor, Marco Giudarini, is brilliantly incisive 
          as well as refined. The gorgeously lyrical opening of the Prologue is 
          delivered with rapt, uniform string tone, while the brass rasp out thrillingly 
          when required. A word of praise, too, for the chorus, who enjoy their 
          substantial contribution. Their dark mutterings at Paolo’s cursing make 
          the spine tingle. 
        
 
        
The booklet is exemplary. There are two essays by Roger 
          Wilson, Verdi and Politics, and Verdi and Simon Boccanegra, 
          both illuminating. There is full text and English translation, as well 
          as artist profiles. Competition is severe, with Abbado’s much-lauded 
          70s La Scala performance now on DG Originals. However, with the frisson 
          of live recording and none of the drawbacks, as well as first-rate digital 
          sound, this set can confidently be recommended on all counts. 
        
 
        
        
Tony Haywood