This marvellous disc is a real delight and it triumphantly 
                confirms Kate Royal as one of the finest British singers working 
                today.  The theme of the recital is derived from the first aria 
                from Alwyn’s 
Miss Julie: based on Strindberg’s play, Alwyn’s 
                opera deals with Julie’s forbidden obsession with her father’s 
                manservant.  She sings of Midsummer Night as “a night for love, 
                a night for laughter, No thought for tomorrow of what may come 
                after.”  All the characters in this collection of 20
th 
                century operas have had their heads turned by love to some degree, 
                but all in very different ways, from Rusalka who pours out her 
                heart to the moon, to Britten’s Governess who muses on her handsome 
                employer before the unnerving appearance of Peter Quint.  The 
                programme is very well chosen and helps to remind us, in the words 
                of the booklet note, “how lyrical much of the 20
th-Century 
                repertoire actually is.” 
                
The most striking thing about the recital is 
                  not just the lush beauty of Royal’s voice, which can be taken 
                  for granted.  One is immediately struck by the fullness of her 
                  tone and a wonderful, creamy richness at the top of the register.  
                  No: the most memorable thing about this collection is how marvellous 
                  a vocal actor Royal proves herself to be.  Listen, for example, 
                  to the aria from The Turn of the Screw: we are taken 
                  in, like the Governess, by the overflowing bliss of the summer 
                  evening – magically evoked by the ENO woodwinds – and entirely 
                  disarmed by her idyllic reflections on her employer; but as 
                  soon as Quint’s ghost appears on the tower a chill runs through 
                  the voice and in less than a minute we are engulfed in paranoid 
                  terror.  The same ability to turn on a pinhead is seen in Ellen’s 
                  Embroidery aria: she moves from rich memories with a 
                  hint of nostalgia to a vacant denial of the truth she refuses 
                  to face.  By the end of the aria she has had all of her optimism 
                  truly knocked out of her in a heartbreaking way, punctuated 
                  by those pitiless woodwind chords delivered like blows to the 
                  chest. 
                
Other heroines are impassioned in different ways: 
                  Walton’s Cressida is driven to romantic distraction by the impossibility 
                  of her situation and Herrmann’s Cathy cannot face the prospect 
                  of life away from the heath near Wuthering Heights.  Miss Julie 
                  herself is motivated by the tantalising excitement of realising 
                  her passion for Jean while Royal’s rich voice captures the quivering 
                  anticipation of the fulfilment of desire.  Barber’s Vanessa 
                  has been unhinged by decades of waiting, and here the voice 
                  is intentionally shrill to reflect the character’s shock of 
                  her meeting with Anatol.  The arias that have a folk background 
                  all come across exceptionally well too.  Royal adapts just as 
                  well to the gentle simplicity of Susannah’s aria and to the 
                  innocence of Tiny’s memory of her mother.  
                
Yet there is sweet brightness to her assumption 
                  of Hanna’s Viljalied, and Rusalka’s Song to the Moon 
                  has lush, lyrical tone.  Both here and in Messager’s Nightingale 
                  Song the aristocratic bearing of Royal’s tone reminded me 
                  of Renée Fleming, though that is not to cheapen by comparison.  
                  From the oriental chinoiserie of Stravinsky’s Nightingale to 
                  the ravishing post-Romantic beauty of Korngold’s Marietta, Royal 
                  shows herself able to meet and to surpass every challenge.  
                  This recital is never less than beautiful and frequently it 
                  is far more than that. How marvellous to hear some rare repertoire 
                  that is given such a high quality outing. 
                
At every turn she is ably partnered by the Gardner 
                  and the ENO Orchestra.  This is as good a tribute as you will 
                  find to the fantastic musical advances that Gardner has wrought 
                  in his short time in charge: listen to Rusalka’s song, for example, 
                  and you will hear the orchestra caress each phrase with loving 
                  warmth.  It is also a testament to the quality of the event 
                  to have singers like Andrew Staples and Thomas Allen guesting 
                  in such tiny parts.  This great disc only whets the appetite 
                  to hear Royal in more complete roles, and that is as high praise 
                  for a recital disc as I can imagine. 
                    
                  Simon Thompson