The Bayreuth heldentenor 
                  Walter Kirschhoff was wedded to Wagner singing – “the only reason 
                  for becoming a singer” as he put it. He studied in Milan and 
                  Berlin and made his debut in 1906 at the age of twenty-seven 
                  in Faust at the Hofoper. Though he flirted with roles 
                  outside the central German repertoire he was determined to utilise 
                  every technical advantage to attain his Wagnerian ambitions. 
                  By 1911 he was a leading Berlin Wagnerian and in the same year 
                  the call came from Bayreuth. One can date his years of celebrity 
                  from this time, and though the war interrupted his progress 
                  he resumed his career without any diminution of technique or 
                  any loss of prestige. In the early 1920s he embarked on his 
                  international career and from 1926-31 he sang at the Met in 
                  Wagner performances alongside Melchior and Laubenthal. His prominent 
                  career trailed off after 1933 by which time he was in his mid 
                  fifties. He was in any case a Freemason and thus “politically 
                  unreliable” to the Nazis. Kirschhoff died in Wiesbaden in 1951.
                
With one exception 
                  this is, justly, an Wagner disc. All the sides were recorded 
                  between 1914 and 1932.  The majority are 1914-15 Grammophons 
                  (twelve of seventeen) but there are also four 1929 Pathé sides 
                  and three 1932 Parlophones. Kirchhoff has divided critical posterity. 
                  Some tend to find him plummy, others rather bleaty. Listening 
                  without prejudice one hears in the 1915 Lohengrin Nun sei 
                  bedankt a singer of considerable gifts. The copy used is 
                  a little rough but fortunately the voice is very forward; we 
                  can hear a finely modulated voice, subtly coloured, that darkens 
                  and hardens dramatically to inflect the text and one that brings 
                  reserves of characterisation to bear. He employs mezza voce 
                  with adroit musicality. It’s singing of a thoroughly masculine 
                  and convincing kind. The imploring tone he employs for Mein 
                  lieber Schwan is not only apt but also finely controlled. 
                  In Mastersingers we find him ardent and very plausibly youthful 
                  with just a touch of nasality in his tone.
                
What he possesses 
                  is real variety in attack and in tonal resources. His tone broadens, 
                  expands and contracts in response to the dictates of theatrical 
                  realism – one can sense that this is a stage animal and that 
                  his technical resources are harnessed for optimum expressive 
                  projection and effect. It’s true that one may find some of his 
                  singing occasionally disappointing; though he’s a stylist of 
                  skill he can sometimes come across as a touch leaden. But in 
                  the main he impresses by virtue of his powers of characterisation.
                
The transfers are 
                  pretty good; a few rough starts soon settle down. The biographical 
                  notes, to which I’m indebted, are succinct and helpful.
                  
                  Jonathan Woolf