The 
                    seizure of power in Germany by the Nazis in 1933 and their 
                    pursuit of dissidents during the rest of the decade and during 
                    the war is one of the blackest periods in Western Civilization. 
                    Nobody will ever know the exact number of victims but one 
                    of them was Joseph Schmidt. He was Jewish, born in 1904 in 
                    a village in Northern Bukovina, an area which now is in the 
                    Ukraine but then belonged to the Austro-Hungarian Empire. 
                    The family had to flee during the First World War when the 
                    village was invaded by Rumania but returned a couple of years 
                    later and became Rumanian citizens. Joseph was engaged in 
                    the synagogue choirs and in his late teens he studied singing, 
                    first in Czernowitz, later in Berlin. He auditioned for Berlin 
                    radio, which broadcast operas with a permanent ensemble, and 
                    he was an immediate success.
                  
He 
                    never had a stage career, due to his small stature and also 
                    a relatively small voice, but in the radio and gramophone 
                    studios this was no problem and obviously what could be regarded 
                    as a certain hoarseness in the flesh was transformed by the 
                    microphone, cutting the upper frequencies. He recorded for 
                    several companies: on this compilation Telefunken, Parlophon, 
                    HMV, Electrola and Odeon are represented. He also appeared 
                    in films, the most famous certainly Ein Lied geht um die 
                    Welt (A song goes around the world), through which he 
                    became internationally renowned. Tragically this year was 
                    also the year of Hitler’s becoming Chancellor of Germany, 
                    which heavily affected Schmidt’s career. He left Germany and 
                    settled in Vienna but after the Anschluss in 1938 he 
                    went to Brussels and later Lyon and finally Switzerland where 
                    he died of a heart attack on 16 November 1942. On his grave 
                    stone in Zurich one can read: Ein Stern fällt (A star 
                    falls). With hindsight he should have taken the opportunity 
                    to flee to the USA, but was discouraged by his uncle who was 
                    also his manager.
                  
This 
                    was but one of innumerable tragedies as a direct result of 
                    the Nazi regime, but we are at least lucky to still be able 
                    to enjoy his recorded legacy and these two well-filled discs 
                    certainly show what a loss his demise was to the musical world. 
                    As was the norm in those days Italian and French opera was 
                    performed and recorded in German but Schmidt actually sings 
                    some of the arias here in the original language. The Rigoletto 
                    and Tosca arias as well as both arias from Turandot 
                    are in Italian and so are the Italian songs at the end of 
                    CD 2. But it should be said at once that so superb was his 
                    legato technique that it hardly matters that he sings other 
                    numbers in German. His voice may have been small but it was 
                    produced with a clarity and an evenness and with such poise 
                    that one believes it is much larger – and his top was truly 
                    brilliant, much more so than Tauber’s, with whom he has been 
                    compared. They have the same mellow middle register and the 
                    same honeyed pianissimo but Schmidt’s voice is the more pungent 
                    – and there is nothing pejorative in this choice of adjective: 
                    he has bite, which Tauber doesn’t.
                  
In 
                    Una furtive lagrima (CD1 tr. 2), also sung in Italian, 
                    he also demonstrates his effortless trill. Maybe both this 
                    aria and the preceding Zauberflöte aria are marginally 
                    too sentimental, but one cannot avoid capitulating before 
                    such beauty. He makes the most of the wonderful melody in 
                    the hymn from Alessandro Stradella and though we are 
                    used to hearing the arias from La Juive and L’Africaine 
                    with heavier voices there is no lack of power here.
                  
His 
                    Duke of Mantua is at the same time an aristocrat and a charmer. 
                    When did you last hear La donna e mobile sung so lightly 
                    and elegantly? Maybe from Alfredo Kraus and he is also the 
                    singer that comes to mind when I hear Schmidt as Rodolfo. 
                    Cavaradossi and Calaf should be too much for him but he knows 
                    his limitations and never goes over the top. The aria from 
                    Le Cid is another winner, as is Lensky’s passionate 
                    outpouring from Eugene Onegin.
                  
On 
                    CD 2 he impresses in the aria from Le postillon de Lonjumeau 
                    with absolute freedom in the entire register and it is good 
                    to have the full scene from The Bartered Bride, where 
                    Michael Bohnen is less imposing than some blacker basses but 
                    also avoids to ham up his aria.
                  
Schmidt 
                    has the required Schmaltz for the operetta excerpts and it 
                    is instructive to compare him with Tauber in the numbers from 
                    Das Land des Lächelns, recorded in October 1929, not 
                    long after Tauber set them down. His voice is slightly thinner 
                    and leaner than Tauber’s but has the same smoothness and ease 
                    and he can sing a true diminuendo on a high note without a 
                    trace of falsetto.
                  
Some 
                    of the arias and songs on CD 2 are from long forgotten operettas 
                    and maybe Schmidt also knew they were no masterpieces but 
                    he is just as deeply involved in them, and it is of historical 
                    importance to have three songs from the film Ein Lied geht 
                    um die Welt.
                  
The 
                    zarzuela aria by Serrano is lively and brilliant, Rossini’s 
                    La danza is a marvel of effortless articulation and 
                    L’ariatella is a lesson in soft singing without crooning. 
                    He challenges Gigli – without becoming lachrymose – even Schipa, 
                    the highest praise I can give. The song may not be a masterpiece 
                    – the singing is!
                  
And 
                    so is the singing in the remaining songs, where the superb 
                    final pianissimo note, held forever, should be noted.
                  
The 
                    sound is variable but this concerns the orchestras more than 
                    the singer. There is such a treasure-chest of marvellous singing 
                    in the archives from the first half of the last century and 
                    anyone interested in the art of singing should invest in such 
                    issues as the present one, especially when they come at Naxos’s 
                    give-away prices. Joseph Schmidt may not be a name written 
                    in the Pantheon of Singing with golden letters of the same 
                    carat as Caruso, Gigli, Melchior and a few others but his 
                    art is on their level.
                  
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Göran 
                    Forsling