Roman Trekel and Oliver 
                Pohl take us on an interesting, eminently 
                musical journey here. But the tell-tale 
                sign that all is not 'great' in the 
                sense of the greatest recordings is 
                that the final song, 'Des Baches Wiegenlied', 
                does not exude the lullaby-like hushed 
                stillness it should. We are not left 
                gazing into the middle-distance, having 
                been taken into Schubert's world. Rather 
                this Müllerin comes across 
                as less than the sum of its parts; no 
                matter how nice those parts may be. 
              
 
              
Trekel's diction is 
                excellent. He manages not to gabble 
                in the faster Lieder ('Ungeduld', for 
                example) and he can be remarkably tender 
                (as he imagines the farewell in 'Die 
                böse Farbe'). The second lied, 
                'Whin?' shows Trekel's way with the 
                text at less hectic speeds. There is 
                no suggestion of over-emphasis; all 
                is still very, very clear. 
              
 
              
Other highlights include 
                the raptness of 'Morgengruss', the calm 
                of 'Tränenregen' and the dark and 
                desolate 'Die liebe Farbe'. The spare 
                writing of No. 18, 'Trockne Blumen' 
                evokes the sadness of wilting flowers 
                in its spareness, while the china-like 
                delicacy of 'Der Neugierige' has one 
                sitting at the edge of the seat. 'Morgengruss' 
                has a lovely rapt feeling mixed with 
                awe for the protagonist's beloved. 
              
 
              
To balance this, it 
                should be mentioned that one of the 
                vital songs, 'Mein!', is a little careful, 
                not approaching the sense of abandonment 
                that some interpreters reveal. Neither, 
                though, does Trekel go down the Bostridge 
                path (in his recent recording with Uchida) 
                of derangement and overtly obvious self-delusion. 
                And the very first song, 'Das Wandern', 
                despite Pohl's 'tramping along' piano, 
                does not reveal the happy, carefree 
                wandering of the text. The song-cycle 
                begins, in this sense, already some 
                way along its journey before the actual 
                music begins. An interesting idea, but 
                not one to emphasise the sense of journey 
                actually within the hour's worth of 
                music we hear, from carefree to desolation. 
              
 
              
Perhaps the clean intervals 
                of 'Des Müllers Blumen' reveal 
                the problem. Much attention to detail, 
                fine technical prowess but not that 
                final engagement that is necessary to 
                grip the listener over the span of an 
                hour. The recording is excellently clear 
                and throughout Pohl is an eminently 
                musical, if not inspired, accompanist. 
              
 
              
There are no accompanying 
                notes for this release and the text 
                is only given in German, but Oehms Classics 
                do include 'Der Dichter, als Prolog' 
                that precedes the first song. 
              
Colin Clarke