Prêtre’s 
                  “Damnation de Faust” has never enjoyed a very good press over 
                  the years and I’m not surprised. I get the idea he’d have been 
                  happier conducting Gounod’s “Faust”. He veers between a sort 
                  of generalized expressivity and a sort of generalized heartiness. 
                  All Berlioz’s dazzling orchestral effects are swept under the 
                  carpet. The Will-o’-the-Wisps seem to have strayed in from a 
                  folksy Smetana opera while the “Amen” chorus has not a trace 
                  of drunken ribaldry. It is taken at face value, the sort of 
                  thing Sir John Stainer or some other Anglican worthy might have 
                  written at that point. The orchestral playing is often imprecise 
                  and the ragged consonants with which the choir too often closes 
                  its phrases suggests it was a bad day for all concerned. With 
                  Munch and Markevich before him, Sir Colin Davis and several 
                  others after him, Prêtre’s “Damnation de Faust” sounds like 
                  a record that didn’t need to be made.
                It 
                  does have some of the finest singers of the day, though. Nicolai 
                  Gedda and Gabriel Bacquier both turn in excellent professional 
                  performances. Perhaps they would have produced extra frisson 
                  if stretched by the conductor. Dame Janet Baker was evidently 
                  determined to stretch herself no matter what the others did. 
                  I was prepared to find her too “regal”, even matronly, for Marguerite, 
                  but I needn’t have worried. Having recently made the transition 
                  from contralto to mezzo-soprano she was now displaying her upper 
                  register in all its early refulgence. Through skilful use of 
                  portamento she is able to suggest vulnerability and morbidezza 
                  and to suggest a French colouring one would hardly imagine from 
                  her dark-hewn “Sea Pictures” of only a few years earlier. By 
                  commanding attention in everything she does she shows what’s 
                  missing in the rest of the performance. Admirers will want to 
                  hear this. But they are warned that the scenes in which Dame 
                  Janet takes part amount to 26 minutes, so you’ll be paying good 
                  money for an hour and a half that isn’t worth listening to. 
                  Fans of Gedda and Bacquier may think I am being too hard, but 
                  can they really claim that the best of these singers is here?
                The 
                  question of what conductor, of those available to EMI, might 
                  have been more profitably engaged in Prêtre’s place finds at 
                  least one answer in the final track. In 1969 the Scottish Opera 
                  production of “Les Troyens” had proved a landmark in the careers 
                  of Scottish Opera, Sir Alexander Gibson, Dame Janet Baker and 
                  the opera itself. It was rapidly followed by the Covent Garden 
                  production under Sir Colin Davis, and that is the one that got 
                  recorded. Whatever the respective claims of Gibson and Davis, 
                  many expressed their disappointment that the Dido of the first 
                  complete “Troyens” on disc was consequently Josephine Veasey 
                  and not Dame Janet Baker. The latter did at least record, with 
                  Gibson and the LSO, a few scenes from the opera, coupled with 
                  “La Mort de Cléopâtre”, included here.
                We 
                  can hear at once that this is a conductor attuned to the flamboyance, 
                  the visionary quality and – in the long-drawn melodies – the 
                  sheer strangeness of Berlioz’s world. Note the weird brass chords 
                  at the beginning of the funeral march about half-way through. 
                  They typify the sort of writing that gets its proper colour 
                  under Gibson but not under Prêtre. So Dame Janet has the right 
                  setting for her quite extraordinary performance. Her range of 
                  tone and timbre is incredible, establishing her as a great singing 
                  actress, not merely a singer. And all put at the service of 
                  the music as she embraces a whole gamut of emotions.
                So 
                  47 minutes of the package are a must-have …
                What 
                  is needed, then, is for EMI to forget about the Prêtre “Faust” 
                  as such, and to stop expecting people to buy a “twofer” of which 
                  only two tracks of CD 1 are of real value, and reissue the original 
                  Baker/Gibson disc in its entirety. It could then be filled up 
                  with as many of the scenes from “Faust” containing Dame Janet 
                  Baker as will go – quite probably all of them since the original 
                  LP was unlikely to have exceeded 54 minutes. Now THAT would 
                  be a disc in a million …
                
              Christopher 
                Howell