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Michelangelo in Song Benjamin Britten (1913-1976) Seven Sonnets of Michelangelo, Op. 22, for tenor and piano (1940)
(transcr. for bass and piano by David Owen Norris) [16:26] Hugo WOLF (1860-1903) Drei Gedichte von Michelangelo, for bass and piano (1897) [9:44] Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH (1906-1975) Suite on Verses of Michelangelo Buonarroti, Op. 145, for bass and piano (1974) [36:41]
Sir John Tomlinson (bass)
David Owen Norris (piano)
rec. 2012, Potton Hall, Dunwich, Suffolk, UK
Texts and translations provided CHANDOS CHAN10785 [62:52]
Sir John Tomlinson is a singer of rare distinction
and reward, so the prospect of hearing him in these Michelangelo settings
– the Britten transcribed for bass by his accompanist David Owen
Norris - is mouth-watering indeed. I suspect the benchmark for the Britten
– in its original form - will be the Pears/Britten recording on
Decca. The work’s dedicatee sings with all the intelligence and
distinctive style/timbre one associates with him; however, the recording
is showing its age. As for the Wolf one need look no further than Fischer-Dieskau
and Barenboim on DG. That said, I’m still waiting for a truly
satisfying account of Shostakovich’s Op. 145. If one gravitates
towards the later version for bass and orchestra – albeit sung
in Italian – Gerald Finley’s a good choice (review).
Now the preamble’s out of the way we need to deal with the state
of Sir John’s once glorious voice. Frankly I was dismayed by the
signs of wear and tear I heard in his recent Bluebeard (review).
He still sings with enormous passion and an unerring sense of drama,
but that wide beat and sometimes hollow tone are just too much to bear.
That’s certainly an issue in the Britten, although it’s
not the only one; on the whole he seems far too generalised here, too
approximate, and one returns to the more characterful Pears with relief.
The transcription poses no obvious problems, and I’m sure there
are basses out there who could do the work full justice.
Sir John’s Wolf settings are ameliorated – to some extent
at least - by heartfelt singing, but even here his voice is too easily
stretched and torn. There are always instances where uncommon levels
of insight overrule vocal shortcomings; alas, this is not one of them.
Still, I did warm to his darkly reflective rendition of Alles endet,
wasentstehet. The sometimes splashy piano sound is a
surprise, given the usually attractive Potton Hall acoustic. Voice and
piano are rather closely recorded, too.
Had it been recorded ten years ago Sir John’s Shostakovich would
have been a version to treasure. His accompanist really has the measure
of this austere score, and he brings out all those distinctive sonorities
and quirky phrases. Sir John makes amends with a nicely calibrated account
of Love, which is far steadier than one might expect. He’s
also terribly moving in Separation, so I’m almost inclined
to forgive him his earlier transgressions. Ditto Wrath, which
he loads with just the right blend of declamation and vehemence. Remarkably,
it gets better; the closing triptych – Night, Death and
immortality – find singer and pianist locked in profound
communion. This is Shostakovich at his most spare and exposed, and both
artists respond to his gaunt writing with telling intensity and insight.
Oh, if only the rest of this disc were so compelling. It’s a measure
of Sir John’s great skill that he’s able to transcend his
vocal strictures in the Shostakovich and remind us of his former presence
and power. I’m not convinced the Britten would ever have worked
for him; he just doesn’t sound comfortable with the piece. Good
liner-notes and texts/translations complete an otherwise excellent package.
Glimpses of greatness in the Shostakovich; the Britten and Wolf settings disappoint.