"Good God—behold completed this poor little Mass—is it 
                  indeed? You know well, I was born for comic opera. Little science, 
                  a little heart, that is all. So may you be blessed, and grant 
                  me Paradise!" (Rossini, Passy, 1863) 
                  
                  Thus Rossini dedicated to posterity his Petite messe solennelle 
                  - "the last", as he called it, "of my 
                  péchés de vieillesse"; it has excited debate ever 
                  since regarding its sincerity or otherwise as liturgical music. 
                  Composed as a commission for the dedication of a private chapel, 
                  Rossini was free of the Church’s interdiction upon female voices 
                  and able to write for his favourite soloists, the sisters Carlotta 
                  and Barbara Marchisio. Although this could have opened the door 
                  to the operatic exuberance characteristic of Verdi’s Requiem, 
                  Rossini in fact writes in an extraordinarily restrained and 
                  elegant vein, avoiding all excess. The mournful mood throughout 
                  is effected by Rossini’s preference for minor keys. 
                  
                  The original scoring – Rossini made an orchestral arrangement 
                  shortly before his death to prevent the inevitable being performed 
                  by a lesser hand – relies merely upon two pianos (the second 
                  barely necessarily and often omitted in performance and recording 
                  but present here), a harmonium, a small choir of eight and four 
                  solo singers (to represent the twelve apostles). However, those 
                  four singers – shades of Il trovatore here - need 
                  to be absolutely superb. It is in fact a judicious admixture 
                  of mass and cantata, reflecting the composer’s awareness of 
                  his mortality and his hopes for salvation. It is in a style 
                  that touchingly suggests he saw little point at this late stage 
                  in his life in trying to re-invent himself and totally shake 
                  off the musical idiom that had served him so well in the past, 
                  hence the piquant combination of the buoyant and the sombre. 
                  
                  
                  The opening movement establishes a somewhat eerie mood which 
                  prefigures the emotional ambivalence the listener experiences 
                  throughout this peculiar composition. A jaunty, jumpy demonic 
                  little figure on the piano in A minor is joined by a stuttering 
                  commentary by the harmonium and then the choir intone a rising 
                  plea. All is anxious trepidation until suddenly, just a minute 
                  twenty seconds in, we modulate to a comforting E major. Hope 
                  is rekindled and we settle on C major before the choir embarks 
                  upon a serene four-part supplication in sixteenth century polyphonic 
                  style, only for the whole sequence to resume with renewed anxiety. 
                  In a sense, therefore, the Kyrie is a microcosm of all 
                  the incongruities in this fascinating music. 
                  
                  Scimone is a Rossini specialist and is here working with a team 
                  of first class opera singers, all of whom are themselves experienced 
                  Rossinians, so performing in the right idiom was never going 
                  to be a problem. He takes a faster, leaner approach than any 
                  other recording I know but I do not mean that as a criticism. 
                  He brings the kind of nervy tension one would expect to a composition 
                  about which the composer himself was unable to decide, famously 
                  punning in French that he didn’t know whether he had written 
                  sacred or damned music [la musique sacrée or la sacrée 
                  musique]. 
                  
                  The choir, too, are highly accomplished although they are unnecessarily 
                  harried and hustled by Scimone’s exceptionally sprightly tempo 
                  in the Cum sancto spirito which is in danger of mistaking 
                  speed for excitement and sacrifices expressive phrasing to supposed 
                  tension. This section might well be marked “alla breve” but 
                  at some points it risks disintegrating into a scramble and intonation 
                  goes awry, even in so expert a group as the Ambrosians. The 
                  clumsiness here might also be the result of Scimone having opted 
                  to use a considerably bigger choir than Rossini stipulated and 
                  they are singing in a fairly resonant acoustic. Nonetheless, 
                  most of the time they are, as you would expect, very expert 
                  and pointed, bringing bounce and lift to their singing. 
                  
                  Apart from the quality and professionalism of this performance, 
                  another bonus is that it avoids the disastrous flaw in the competitive 
                  recording on Decca, conducted by Gandolfi, which goes horribly 
                  flat in the Sanctus. You would never have thought that 
                  in a commercial recording that could have gone unnoticed by 
                  the producer’s or conductor’s ear, but it did; Gandolfi’s choir 
                  are pulled down a semitone from C to B by Raimondi mis-pitching 
                  his entrance. No such occurrence here, thankfully. That Decca 
                  set is the obvious alternative to this one by Scimone if you 
                  want the original scoring, otherwise the recording of the orchestrated 
                  version by Chailly, also on Decca, provides an attractive alternative. 
                  
                  
                  Apart from the pitch problem - which should never really have 
                  been an issue in any case - and the slight loss of poise in 
                  the Cum sancto spirito, any perceived advantage that 
                  this reissue may have over the competition will depend mainly 
                  upon your preference in soloists and choir, and whether you 
                  like the livelier direction Scimone gives the piece. All the 
                  solo voices here are intrinsically lovely, although Carreras 
                  is rather strenuous in the minor and major sixth leaps of the 
                  Domine Deus and lunges at his high A on Gloria tua. 
                  Pavarotti is more nuanced in terms of dynamics and shading. 
                  On the other hand, Carreras has that peculiar plangency of tone 
                  compared with Pavarotti’s harder voice. Both mezzos are superb, 
                  although I have a special affection for Zimmerman’s rich timbre 
                  with its flickering vibrato. It is particularly welcome that 
                  the mezzo-soprano should possess such a fine voice as Rossini 
                  clearly lavished care upon his writing for her, giving her the 
                  last, not entirely convincing, word in the Agnus Dei, 
                  in which the minor-key gremlins haunt us right to the end. Zimmerman 
                  sings most eloquently here, her voice caressing the gloomy grandeur 
                  of the music. Freni and Ricciarelli both have beautiful, instantly 
                  recognisable, voices and are not dissimilar in approach; both 
                  blend affectingly with their mezzo partners. Ricciarelli is 
                  marginally more expressive but is not as steady: there is a 
                  slight, incipient wobble on longer, louder notes. Her artistry 
                  is especially in evidence in the post-Communion hymn O salutaris 
                  hostia, which calls on her ability to float a phrase. 
                  The only clear superiority in Scimone’s version lies in 
                  Samuel Ramey’s clean, incisive bass which is preferable to Raimondi’s 
                  lugubrious sliding. However, Raimondi has his chance to shine 
                  on the Scimone disc as he is the principal artist in the welcome 
                  bonus track of the famous Preghiera from Mosé in Egitto 
                  - an apt pairing with the mass. 
                  
                  Craig Sheppard’s piano solo in the Prélude religieux 
                  is very elegantly played; its clear homage to the Baroque keyboard 
                  reminds us how retrospective is much of Rossini’s style here; 
                  this is the work of an old man acknowledging his debt to predecessors 
                  such as Palestrina, Bach and Haydn. 
                  
                  Richard Osborne’s notes are full and informative, although there 
                  is no libretto, which is irritating. Nor are here enough cues: 
                  only two on the first disc, despite the Gloria being 
                  over thirty-two minutes long, making it impossible to find any 
                  of its many discrete sections. Similarly, the Credo, 
                  at sixteen minutes, also needs them. The sound is a little muddy 
                  and recessed compared with the Decca disc but not a barrier 
                  to the listener’s pleasure. 
                  
                  According to their website Newton Classics is a Dutch-based 
                  label, founded in 2009. “Its vision is to return old friends 
                  to the classical music lover, and these friends are all fantastic 
                  recordings being sourced from the vaults of major record labels.” 
                  This disc was originally on Philips/Universal and certainly 
                  hasn’t been available for a considerable length of time so this 
                  reissue is very welcome. It’s a pity that their house style, 
                  on the evidence of the issues so far, evinces a propensity for 
                  rather garish packaging with lots of screaming scarlet. 
                
                  Ralph Moore