A few years ago I had for review a disc with the British-born 
                  baritone Konrad Jarnot, singing Duparc and Ravel. In the latter 
                  case it was the first ever recording of the song-cycle Sheherazade 
                  sung by a baritone and with piano accompaniment. On the 
                  present disc we meet another highly accomplished baritone, 
                  Canadian Jean-François Lapointe, in similar repertoire. The 
                  choice of Duparc songs is roughly the same – there isn’t much 
                  to choose between them. Instead of Ravel he sings Chausson’s 
                  cycle Poème de l’amour et de la mer, which is also normally 
                  sung by female singers and with orchestra.
                  
To start with 
                    the Chausson it is a composition he worked on for about a 
                    decade and its lush and atmospheric orchestration is really 
                    exquisite, foreboding Debussy. I had some doubt as to how 
                    much it loses when being performed with piano only, and naturally 
                    one forsakes a lot of colour. With a less sensitive pianist 
                    this would be damaging indeed but Louise-Andrée Baril plays 
                    the piano part with such a superb sense for nuance and shading 
                    that one almost forgets that an orchestra ever entered the 
                    reckoning. Even the interlude, for orchestra only, is so marvellously 
                    played that it could be conceived for piano in the first place. 
                    And the first performance of the work, in Brussels about two 
                    months before its official premiere in Paris, was in the piano 
                    version with the composer at the piano and the tenor Désiré 
                    Demest in the solo part.
                  
Hearing Jean-François 
                    Lapointe one initially believes he too is a tenor; at least 
                    he has all the hallmarks of a baryton-martin: light, flexible, 
                    smooth as silk and with a beautiful half-voice. His phrasing 
                    is constantly musical and he manages to make the ebb and flow 
                    of the music come alive. What he also possesses is a top register 
                    which at forte makes me believe that he might have a future 
                    as a Heldentenor. It is that bright penetrating sound of a 
                    good Siegmund and this gives an edge to his readings that 
                    creates a kind of Wagnerian feeling. Not a bad feeling, actually, 
                    since Chausson was deeply influenced by Wagner. He saw the 
                    complete Ring in Munich in 1879, at the age of 24. He saw 
                    Tristan the next year and attended the premiere of 
                    Parsifal in Bayreuth in 1882. So it was, at least initially, 
                    Wagner’s ghost that hovered over him while he worked on his 
                    song-cycle and no doubt Tristan’s ‘eternal melody’ 
                    is part of the song-line, built as much on linguistic principles 
                    as on musical.
                  
To be sure, the 
                    impact of Lapointe’s penetrating ‘Spitzentöne’ may 
                    at times be too intense, too dramatic – the score is, after 
                    all, rather perfumed – but Carol Farley, a great Lulu and 
                    Salome, is also dramatically triggered on a probably long 
                    deleted ASV disc. But listen to the third stanza of the first 
                    song: Et mon Coeur s’est levé par ce matin d’été…, 
                    how enticingly soft and beautiful is his delivery – and he 
                    means what he sings! I won’t scrap my orchestral recordings 
                    of the cycle but I will surely return to this version too.
                  
He is also superbly 
                    lyrical and sweet in the two songs from Chausson’s first cycle 
                    of melodies, composed in 1882 just before he set to work on 
                    Poéme de l’amour. 
                  
Combining Chausson 
                    with the songs of the somewhat older Henri Duparc seems sensible, 
                    since they were close friends and Poéme de l’amour … 
                    was dedicated to Duparc. Contrary to Chausson, Duparc was 
                    granted a long life – he died in 1933 at the age of 85 – but 
                    then he had been silent as a composer for almost fifty years. 
                    He was highly self-critical and was struck by illness and 
                    what he left as his musical oeuvre was 17 songs composed between 
                    1868 and 1884. He did return to some of them, revised and 
                    even orchestrated some of them, but that’s all. Still this 
                    seemingly meagre output has always been regarded as the essence 
                    of French melodies and in the canon of writers of art-songs 
                    he is mentioned by the side of the great names. But while 
                    Schubert, Schumann, Brahms, Fauré and Debussy have reached 
                    a wide audience and become ‘popular’, Duparc’s songs have 
                    remained the field of the connoisseur. And it is true that 
                    they take some repeated listening to yield up. His melodic 
                    invention is exquisite but it is so closely linked to the 
                    words that one needs to close-read the poems to fully appreciate 
                    it. You rarely hear someone humming a Duparc melody, but especially 
                    his earliest songs could well stand a chance to secure permanent 
                    places in recital programmes. Soupir and Sérénade, 
                    both from 1869 and from his earliest published group of songs, 
                    are certainly accessible, so is Élégie and the Baudelaire 
                    setting L’invitation au voyage, which, together with 
                    Phidylé and Chanson triste are the songs most 
                    frequently encountered in recital and on record. Most of the 
                    songs are soft and inward and Lapointe and Baril lavish just 
                    as much beauty and sensitivity here as they did on Chausson. 
                    I praised Konrad Jarnot three years ago (review) 
                    and I don’t withdraw an iota of that, but readers with a sympathy 
                    for French mélodies should give the present disc a chance 
                    too – but be prepared for a Wagnerian hero on top of the smooth 
                    baryton-martin.
                  
Göran Forsling