Kirsten Flagstad must 
                be ranked as one of the greatest dramatic 
                sopranos ever. No one in her wake – 
                apart from Astrid Varnay and Birgit 
                Nilsson – has come anywhere near her 
                in majesty, power and general excellence. 
              
 
              
She made her début 
                as early as 1913 at the age of 18 but 
                it was another 22 years until she became 
                an international ‘name’. Slowly developing 
                her initially small lyrical voice during 
                the 1910s and 1920s, finally reaching 
                early Wagner in 1929 and 1930, she was 
                invited to Bayreuth in 1932, singing 
                some minor roles. In 1934 she returned 
                as Gutrune and Sieglinde, the latter 
                role awakening the interest of the Metropolitan. 
                She arrived at the Met in February 1935 
                and had a tremendous success, helped 
                in no small degree by the fact that 
                the performance was broadcast nationwide. 
                From then on she was the dramatic 
                soprano and as such she was quickly 
                typecast in the great Wagnerian roles, 
                a fate that has ruined many promising 
                singers. The great difference with Flagstad 
                – and Birgit Nilsson a couple of decades 
                later – was that she was already in 
                mid-career. By then her voice had already 
                settled and – of course – she was endowed 
                with exceptionally strong vocal cords. 
                Her career lasted in fact up to the 
                end of the 1950s. Her official farewell 
                concert took place on 7 September 1957 
                at the Royal Albert Hall – a concert 
                that was recorded by the BBC and recently 
                issued on CD. In her native Norway she 
                continued singing for another few years 
                and even recorded Fricka in Das Rheingold 
                for Solti in 1959. 
              
 
              
Besides the Wagnerian 
                heroines and some other Hochdramatisch 
                roles, the songs of her fellow-countryman 
                Grieg were always close to her heart; 
                surprising perhaps since these are lyrical 
                miniatures composed with quite another 
                voice-type in mind. But Flagstad was 
                able to scale down her instrument to 
                meet Grieg’s requirements, as we can 
                hear in the Haugtussa cycle on 
                this disc. This was her first recording 
                of three and the one that comes closest 
                to the mark in sheer voice quality. 
                Her insight is just as deep in the later 
                efforts but there her voice took on 
                a more matronly quality that became 
                more and more prominent during the later 
                part of her career, not surprisingly 
                since by then she was well past 50. 
              
 
              
Back in 1940, when 
                this first Haugtussa was recorded, 
                we also sense a whiff of the matron, 
                especially in her imposing contralto-like 
                low register. The upper part of the 
                voice shines, but not steely cold – 
                there are streaks of softer metals, 
                lending warmth to the sound and even 
                a certain frailty, whether intentional 
                or not. I sometimes feel that the slight 
                vulnerability in her tone may be due 
                to her efforts to ‘shrink’ the voice 
                down from her orchestra-riding dimensions 
                to balance the piano. This feeling is 
                reinforced here through the close recording 
                of the voice – she is almost on top 
                of the microphone. The piano, though 
                well reproduced, is further back. But 
                it isn’t only a matter of her holding 
                back, she has many of the finest attributes 
                of a good Lieder singer: expressive 
                with words – she sings in her native 
                language, willing to colour the voice. 
                In some of the songs she exhibits a 
                girlish liveliness not expected from 
                a great Isolde. Blåbaer-Li 
                (tr. 3) is masterly with Edwin McArthur’s 
                piano part contributing to the light 
                and glittering impression. 
              
 
              
Tempos are generally 
                on the slow side. Comparing her to three 
                latter-day Nordic singers, both Anne 
                Sofie von Otter (DG) and Monica Groop 
                (BIS) are several minutes faster. The 
                third singer, Siv Wennberg (EMI) with 
                Geoffrey Parsons, recorded in the 1970s 
                and to my knowledge never issued on 
                CD, is actually even slower than Flagstad. 
                Wennberg, who gradually moved into Flagstad 
                repertoire – I heard her as an impressive 
                Isolde some twenty years ago – can even 
                sound a bit lethargic, which Flagstad 
                never does. Such is her concentration 
                and involvement that she doesn’t feel 
                slow – unless one makes direct comparisons 
                with the two mezzo-sopranos. Objectively 
                both von Otter and Groop are to be preferred 
                but as so often more than one approach 
                can be valid. The only disfiguring element 
                is her over-generous use of portamento, 
                that sliding from note to note that 
                was a common feature with some singers 
                and violinists of an earlier generation. 
                I have recently made the same comment 
                on Elisabeth Schumann. 
              
 
              
That Flagstad’s voice 
                was in an aging process – or to modify 
                the verdict: maturing – becomes obvious 
                when we move three years back to the 
                dramatic arias with orchestra, miraculously 
                all of them, with a playing time of 
                50 minutes, recorded on the same day: 
                17 October 1937! Here she is at a fair 
                distance from the microphone. There 
                is more ambience around the voice. But 
                the most interesting and fascinating 
                aspect is the difference in the actual 
                sounds she produces. This is a voice 
                that is infinitely brighter, even lighter 
                and more lyrical. It is a voice that 
                would fit the Figaro countess 
                like a glove. It is indeed a marvellous 
                instrument and she even produces some 
                decent runs in the Beethoven aria (tr. 
                9). She has all the power required for 
                this testing repertoire and the blazing 
                top, gleaming like Aida-trumpets 
                and not a trace of the hooting sounds 
                one remembers from her later recordings. 
                Her Fidelio has a lyrical warmth that 
                places it in a class of its own, the 
                portamenti notwithstanding. The Oberon 
                aria, a real challenge, has her pouring 
                out regal tones of exceptional beauty. 
                Elsa’s Euch Lüften (tr. 
                12) is lyrical and inward and hearing 
                her glorious reading of Sieglinde’s 
                Du bist der Lenz (tr. 13) gives 
                a clue to her tremendous breakthrough 
                that historical night at the Met two 
                years earlier. Of present day singers, 
                there isn’t one who can challenge Flagstad, 
                with the possible exception of Nina 
                Stemme, who was just as magnificent 
                in the role in Stockholm a year ago. 
                Now that is a reading that I 
                would wish to have recorded, maybe more 
                than anything in this world! 
              
 
              
Starke Scheite, 
                the finale from Götterdämmerung 
                (tr. 14), is also remarkable for the 
                abandon and the warmth. Again Varnay 
                and Nilsson are the only competitors 
                within arm’s length. She recorded it 
                again more than ten years later for 
                EMI with Furtwängler, still impressive 
                but some of the youthful freshness was 
                gone. She even recorded the complete 
                opera in the mid-1950s for Decca with 
                Set Svanholm as Siegfried and a Norwegian 
                cast. As far as I know this recording 
                has never been rescued from the vaults. 
                The question is how desirable is it? 
                Surely it at least merits a highlights 
                disc with the two star singers …? 
              
 
              
It has to be mentioned 
                that a not inconsiderable part of the 
                success of these incandescent recordings 
                falls on the shoulders of Eugene Ormandy 
                – who never lets the tension slacken 
                – and the glorious playing of the Philadelphia 
                Orchestra. Mark Obert-Thorn has done 
                his usual miracles with the transfers, 
                belying the actual age of the recordings 
                by at least ten years. They were originally 
                released by Romophone and everyone who 
                for some reason missed that issue can 
                now put that blunder right. As a bonus 
                one is also treated to one of John Steane’s 
                insightful liner notes. 
              
 
              
Göran Forsling