With ominously rumbling 
                double-basses in the beginning of Elektra’s 
                Soliloquy and then a reproduction of 
                the Chicago Symphony’s brass section 
                that make the wineglasses in the cupboard 
                in the adjacent room chink from exaltation, 
                I had to reach for the jewel case to 
                check the recording date. Look at the 
                heading: nineteen hundred and fifty 
                six! Half a century ago! It’s unbelievable! 
                I could have sworn that this was a brand-new 
                state-of-the-art effort but it is in 
                fact a very early two-channel analogue 
                stereo recording, enhanced through some 
                technical wizardry and served through 
                my SACD system, which actually is quite 
                modest, adapted to my relatively small 
                listening room. Not only does it give 
                this not very restrained music a punch 
                that is felt physically in the pit of 
                the stomach but it also reveals the 
                beautiful and homogenous Chicago string 
                sound in all its glory and all the details 
                of Strauss’s marvellously colourful 
                score. This is a sonic feast – as well 
                as a musical one, for the prime function 
                of the sound reproduction should of 
                course be to present the music in as 
                favourable a light as possible. With 
                Fritz Reiner at the helm this music 
                could hardly be in safer hands; few 
                conductors of his or any time knew Richard 
                Strauss’s music better than he did. 
                In 1914 when he was 25 he was appointed 
                principal conductor of the Royal Opera 
                in Dresden – Strauss’s preferred stage, 
                nine of his sixteen operas were premiered 
                there. During the seven years Reiner 
                worked in Dresden he cooperated with 
                Strauss on productions of several of 
                the early operas, and much later, when 
                he made his Metropolitan debut in 1949, 
                his first opera was Salome. And 
                everything about this recording seems 
                absolutely right: the taut control, 
                the sexual allure of Salome’s Dance 
                of the Seven Veils - certainly one 
                of the finest versions of this oft-recorded 
                piece - and the surprising warmth of 
                much of the music. 
              
 
              
The only regrettable 
                thing is that he didn’t record the complete 
                operas. If he had they would have been 
                serious contenders to Solti’s supreme 
                recordings from the 1960s with the late 
                lamented Birgit Nilsson - I am writing 
                this only a couple of days after the 
                message of her passing away reached 
                the world. Even on vocal grounds these 
                could have challenged the unsurpassable 
                Nilsson – not necessarily being better 
                but as a valid alternative. It is true 
                that Inge Borkh recorded Elektra 
                in the early ’sixties with Karl Böhm, 
                but by then she wasn’t quite as secure 
                and intense as here. She started as 
                an actress and does indeed live her 
                parts here with great expressiveness. 
                However an actress with a singing voice 
                isn’t enough for these parts - they 
                need a tremendous voice, and that’s 
                what they get. It is powerful, untiring 
                and rings out magnificently in the climaxes, 
                well, most of Elektra’s soliloquy is 
                a climax, but there are also moments 
                of great tenderness, which she handles 
                with great warmth. In the Recognition 
                Scene, from ca. 13:00 we hear one of 
                the finest "love-affairs with the 
                female voice" that Strauss ever 
                wrote. The sensuous orchestral tissue 
                is chamber music-like and Reiner unfolds 
                these pages with the benefit of wonderfully 
                transparent sound. Inge Borkh’s soprano 
                blends superbly with the orchestra and 
                soars just as beautifully as anywhere 
                in Der Rosenkavalier. 
              
 
              
The final scene from 
                Salome presents more singing 
                of great intensity and great restraint. 
                This is another great performance. Oh 
                what a riveting moment when she lets 
                loose in the final pages before that 
                monstrous chord at 16:16, followed by 
                the soldiers crushing Salome between 
                their shields! 
              
 
              
She is partnered in 
                the Elektra excerpts by veteran 
                baritone Paul Schöffler as Orestes, 
                still steady of voice, warm and expressive, 
                and Frances Yeend, a soprano who is 
                fairly little known, at least as a recording 
                artist. I know her from some live recorded 
                opera duets with Mario Lanza and as 
                the soprano soloist in Bruno Walter’s 
                recording of Bruckner’s Te Deum. She 
                is an excellent Chrysothemis, silvery 
                in timbre. It’s a pity she wasn’t more 
                in demand in the recording studios. 
              
 
              
This is a disc that 
                should be in every opera collection, 
                irrespective of how many other versions 
                are already there. In this new sonic 
                garb it is even more irresistible than 
                before. 
              
 
              
It comes with a reproduction 
                of the original LP sleeve on the front 
                of the booklet and an interesting essay 
                on the history of these two operas by 
                Francis Robinson, assistant manager 
                of the Metropolitan Opera back in 1956. 
                I would have been even happier if the 
                sung texts had been there, but I couldn’t 
                find them. That, however, is the only 
                disappointment about this issue, and 
                my advice is: Don’t miss this one! 
              
Göran Forsling