The bucolic Canteloube 
                songs in Auvergnat dialect and in venerable 
                French are gems, every one. There is 
                not a single dud in the set. Ever since 
                the Dubonnet commercial of the early 
                1970s they have never been out of the 
                public's affections. That said, when 
                did you last hear them in concert? They 
                are the almost exclusive province of 
                the radio broadcast and the CD player. 
              
 
              
I always think of the 
                singer of these songs as the goat shepherdess 
                Manon from the film 'Manon des Sources' 
                - wrong geography for these songs but 
                right spirit. The closest approach to 
                perfection - in fact sui generis 
                is the two CD set by Natania 
                Davrath on Vanguard (Vanguard Classics 
                SVC-38/39). Madeleine 
                Grey's 1930 pioneering recordings 
                are well worth seeking out if you can 
                thole the vintage sound (Pearl GEM0013). 
                Various big names have tackled these 
                songs. Of these, Von 
                Stade (Sony) and Upshaw 
                (leisurely on Warner ERATO 0927 44656 
                2) did especially well. Others including 
                Kiri Te Kanawa flatten these songs like 
                a trodden snail with an excess of operatic 
                weight. These are, after all, songs 
                of an innocence and worldliness that 
                is both young and pastoral. There should 
                be no intrusive sophistication. Gens 
                is good - make absolutely no mistake. 
                I also liked the engineer's choice to 
                give the diaphanous orchestral role 
                parity of prominence with the voice. 
                Gens' voice has the slightest suggestion 
                of plumminess which takes some of the 
                attractive sheen off this new issue. 
                She is however excellent at getting 
                her lips around tongue-twisters such 
                as Obal din lou Limouzi (tr. 
                5). Her breath control is a thing of 
                wonder in Pastourelle (tr. 6). 
                Gens and Casadesus are just a little 
                hasty in the Baïlero - robbing 
                this glorious heat-haze of a song of 
                its full effect. The wheeze of the village 
                band in Oud 'onoren gorda? (tr. 
                4) is faithfully caught by the Lille 
                orchestra. Interesting to hear that 
                the Delian pulse at the start of Oï 
                ayaï (tr. 16). The recording 
                gives a jewelled eminence to the orchestral 
                piano. In the long introduction to Lo 
                delaïssádo there is 
                a startlingly Finzian plangency to the 
                woodwind parts. The little instrumental 
                'yawns' in Brezairola register 
                tellingly. 
              
 
              
By the look of the 
                recording dates the team took a lot 
                of time to get the songs just right. 
                It's just a pity that opportunity was 
                not taken to put more songs on the disc. 
              
 
              
This is a very good 
                economical single disc version of 21 
                of the Auvergne songs. They are well 
                sung and the orchestral role is given 
                the attention its attractions clamantly 
                demand. The picture is completed by 
                Naxos’s decision to print full sung 
                texts and parallel translations into 
                English. 
              
 
              
Speaking of which, 
                the last song ends with a vengeful Housman-like 
                touch when the girl speaks of faithless 
                Pierre who steals hearts and breaks 
                them. The girl sings with feeling of 
                her heart stolen by Pierre. No sighs 
                here, however: to startling donkey brays 
                from the orchestra she sings
                'If you ever do that again / Give that 
                trouble / I will take my knife /And 
                skin you alive.' And I think she means 
                it Pierre! 
              
Rob Barnett  
              
see also review 
                by Anne Ozorio