From the same stable 
                as the generally acceptable Don Carlos 
                (Naxos 8.660096/8), and very much like 
                that set, this Tristan offers 
                some interesting moments without seriously 
                challenging any of the accepted great 
                accounts on disc. 
              
 
              
Segerstam in Wagner 
                was an unknown quantity for me, and 
                he emerges as a conductor who favours 
                fast speeds but who, unlike Böhm, 
                does not penetrate the depths of the 
                score. Instead Segerstam seems interested 
                in the drama of the moment, so losing 
                the eternal trajectory of the score. 
                Timelessness, so necessary in the Act 
                2 love duet, is simply not his thing. 
              
 
              
This is a studio recording, 
                and despite Segerstam's wish for drama 
                it often sounds so. All this is not 
                to imply an unmusical baton at the helm 
                – the Prelude opens with a nice sense 
                of suspense and rises naturally to its 
                climax at 8'34. The Sailor, Ulrik Qvale, 
                is on the literal side but at least 
                this avoids narcissism. Segerstam's 
                approach reaps dividends when Isolde, 
                Hedwig Fassbender, cries out for air 
                ('Luft, Luft' ...) but as for moments 
                of magic we have to wait until her 'Er 
                sah mich in die Augen' before any trace 
                of Wagnerian spine-shiver is hinted 
                at. And there is a distinct interpretative 
                sag as Kurwenal relates Isolde's words 
                to Tristan. 
              
 
              
Ironically, at the 
                end of Act 1 - the most obviously dramatic 
                moment so far ... try Bernstein/Philips 
                for an edge of the seat experience - 
                Segerstam, despite his best efforts, 
                just fails to bring off the events musically. 
                From Scene 4 he appears to change tack 
                to a more lyric than dramatic approach, 
                an interpretative reversal that leaves 
                this reviewer puzzled. 
              
 
              
The ladies are the 
                strongest aspect of Act 1. Fassbender 
                is a strong yet youthful Isolde; she 
                has the measure of the part and it is 
                only when she invokes the Dark Arts 
                that one questions her authority. Fassbender's 
                high register verges at times on the 
                magnificent, her tones sometimes clarion 
                in nature. Her Brangaene, Martina Dike, 
                is equally strong of voice – but perhaps 
                more resolute of part. 
              
 
              
Wolfgang Millgram paints 
                a portrait of a youngish Tristan - appropriate 
                for his Isolde, of course. If only Kurwenal 
                (Gunnar Lundberg) had more vocal depth 
                ... 
              
 
              
Act 2 finds Segerstam 
                muffing the big opening chord, in itself 
                so full of potential anguish, here rather 
                damp and literal. Some awkward orchestral 
                playing thereafter hardly helps. Too 
                often, literal orchestral contributions 
                scupper the highly-charged atmosphere 
                of this Act. 
              
 
              
And Segerstam once 
                more interrupts Wagner's flow. He opts 
                for a very fast entry speed for Tristan's 
                entry (no bad thing in itself), then 
                comes to a complete stop soon thereafter 
                (CD2, track 7 around 2 minutes in). 
                'O sink hernieder' needs to take a trip 
                to the perfumery department, though, 
                that much is for sure. 
              
 
              
Perhaps it is Brangaene's 
                Warning that is the high point of this 
                act. Dike proves conclusively that her 
                voice is positively lovely. The low 
                point is the big interruption (CD2 track 
                13), that makes only a small impact 
                here - I remember hearing Goodall at 
                the Coliseum and nearly flying out of 
                my seat! Melot (Magnus Kyhle) is acceptable, 
                nothing more. Marke (Forsén) 
                is the best of the men in this act, 
                projecting palpably desolate disbelief. 
              
 
              
Act 3 continues the 
                desolation well - orchestrally, now 
                - and its opening is blessed with a 
                simply excellent cor anglais player. 
                Grey half-colours dominate the orchestration, 
                but literalism returns soon from both 
                Millgram and Segerstam. Some 
                tension does persist, though, and the 
                brass have a field day. 
              
 
              
If Tristan's chances 
                of vocal greatness are eschewed for 
                a relatively safe reading, Fassbender's 
                Transfiguration is resplendent. Good 
                dynamic awareness from all concerned 
                gives this final section flow and shape. 
                Too late to save this set, of course, 
                but good to have Fassbender's clear 
                talent resounding in the ear after the 
                music stops. 
              
 
              
Investigate by all 
                means – the price makes this a real 
                possibility. But this is a Tristan 
                that will not leave anyone emotionally 
                drained. At its worst, Segerstam's handling 
                of the score can be heard as demeaning 
                Wagner's greatness. But I have heard 
                worse. 
              
 
               
              
Colin Clarke 
              
see also review 
                by Goran Forsling