
          Daniil Shtoda has, in some quarters, been acclaimed as the next great 
          Russian tenor (even being compared with Gedda and Wunderlich, two of 
          the greatest lyric tenors of the last century), but it is an opinion 
          this reviewer believes to be both misguided and premature, at least 
          based on this recital. More a ‘tenorino’ than tenor, he has the ability 
          to strike the top notes with razor sharp precision (with one notable 
          exception, as I shall describe later) but the problem is that his ultra-high 
          voice reveals a distinct lack of depth to his interpretations with, 
          for example, the darker broadside of the Rachmaninov songs being conspicuously 
          missing in this recital. 
        
        And how unfortunate that we only heard him in Russian 
          songs. The over-riding impression of much of this recital was of one 
          that lacked tonal colour, with much of the Tchaikovsky being delivered 
          in the kind of deadpan manner, with a lack of expressivity that did 
          these songs little favour. Romances – such as ‘I’ll tell you nothing’ 
          and ‘Serenade’ – provided little insight into Tchaikovsky’s almost obsessive 
          preoccupation with the unhappiness of love, although the tonal colouring 
          he brought to ‘At bedtime’ induced the right sort of blandness to mirror 
          its mediocre stanzas. Indeed, Shtoda seemed almost as convinced as the 
          rest of us that the word settings of Tchaikovsky’s songs display a lack 
          of sentiment that rather than emphasising the musical values of the 
          composer’s composition undermine it further. 
        
        Rachmaninov’s songs are a different matter – even though 
          the eleven played here tended to come from his earliest years and don’t 
          always match the emotional complexity of his last ones. Yet, ‘the Isle’, 
          with its sonorous vocal line accompanied by a sparse piano one, has 
          great simplicity and Shtoda delivered it with the kind of vocal dexterity 
          he simply hadn’t been able to summon for the Tchaikovsky songs. ‘Again 
          you leapt, my heart’ and ‘ How everyone loves you’ displayed Shtoda’s 
          ability to grade dynamics – and at the close of the latter he summoned 
          the most pristine, most beautifully balanced pianissimo I have 
          heard in a very long time. 
        
        Changing the order of the songs as published in the 
          programme did Shtoda little favours, it should be said (and fooled even 
          the most distinguished of vocal critics who got lost amid the transliterated 
          Russian). ‘How long, my friend’, scheduled as the seventh song, was 
          put last – and primarily for the reason that its last line is a vocal 
          display of top note-hitting. Unfortunately for Shtoda he had little 
          stamina to hold the long, top C the result being that the longer he 
          sustained it the more it lost projection and faltered. 
        
        Shtoda was accompanied throughout this recital by Larissa 
          Gergieva (sister of Valery Gergiev, and Shtoda’s vocal coach) and her 
          playing never once seemed intrusive and over-sized. Indeed, throughout 
          the Rachmaninov her playing was notable for its exactness of sonority 
          and resplendent tone. Shtoda has some way to go before he matches her 
          range of emotivity.