Rhineland-born Carl 
                  Braun (1886-1960) studied in Berlin in 1904. It’s a measure 
                  of the faith placed in him that he was singing Fafner at Bayreuth 
                  a mere two years later, returning in 1908 and 1909. His career 
                  launched he sang widely – at the Hofoper in Vienna and at the 
                  newly established Deutsches Opernhaus in Berlin and in Amsterdam. 
                  His Bayreuth success had established him as a Wagnerian and 
                  Bayreuth claimed him repeatedly, though there was a gap of over 
                  a decade between 1912 and 1924 because he was contracted by 
                  the Met in New York between 1912 and 1917. He then suffered 
                  being interned in 1917 on the United States’ entry into the 
                  War and only managed to return to Germany in 1919. He was still 
                  securely on the international circuit in 1931 – usually singing 
                  Wagner – but in 1933 he turned to his old stamping ground, the 
                  Deutsches Opernhaus, as singer/director. By 1937 he was a concert 
                  agent, though he was only fifty-one. He died in Hamburg in 1960.
                
Braun’s period in 
                  the recording studios was actually very brief. The period 1911 
                  to 1923 is right but tells only part of the story, the bulk 
                  of recordings having been made between 1911 and 1914 and then 
                  in 1923. He made a few sides for American Columbia in 1916 of 
                  which one, Wilhelm Hill’s stirring Das Herz am Rhein 
                  is presented here. It was the War and his period at the Met 
                  which limited his opportunities in the studios. It would have 
                  been good to have heard him electrically but by then he had 
                  been overtaken by his contemporaries. His main claim to discographic 
                  fame is that he was the first to record Wotan’s narrative from 
                  Act II of Die Walküre and it’s this and the other Wagnerian 
                  sides that offer the greatest rewards and alert us to his important 
                  place at Bayreuth and beyond.
                
His was a noble 
                  voice, but one perhaps more static than colouristic in the Mozart 
                  extracts. The technique is quite adequate across the range. 
                  He was called on to sing two extracts from Halévy’s Die Jüdin 
                  – sung in German of course – and whilst it’s certainly unusual 
                  to hear him in this repertory, and whilst the voice is once 
                  more dignified and well supported, his phrasing lacks imagination. 
                  His Weber shows strong evidence of his characterful bass and 
                  the flecks of humour are welcome, if sometimes he can be a touch 
                  gruff and stolid. The Lortzing should have been much more his 
                  thing but I find he blusters unmercifully in O, ich bin klug 
                  und weise.
                
But it really is 
                  Wagner that is the centre of gravity here. There are deficiencies. 
                  He shows some weakness at the top in the 1913 Odeon Lohengrin 
                  extract and his monochrome delivery – at least as it comes across 
                  on this 1914 disc - is a demerit in his Rheingold. The 
                  famous Die Walküre extract is sonorous, imposing and 
                  masculine but lacking rather in variety of tone and colour, 
                  a besetting sin of his. The later 1923 sides show the voice 
                  having darkened and deepened but it’s still the same virile 
                  if rather immobile instrument of old. I find actually that the 
                  Vox 1923 Lohengrin shows him in an artistically superior 
                  light to the earlier 1911-14 sequence. Maybe the voice is not 
                  quite as steady as of old but the artistry has gained insight. 
                  It’s a pity we have to leave him at this juncture – he was only 
                  thirty-seven when he made his last recordings.
                
I’ve happily pillaged 
                  Preiser’s customarily good and concise biographical notes. The 
                  transfers are unproblematic and sensitively done and there are 
                  three evocative postcard reproductions as well. In all this 
                  is a fine salute to an important artist.
                
Jonathan Woolf