The titling on this handsome boxed set is misleading: for it consists of
nothing less than Bliss's complete songs, other than those early ensemble
pieces, Rout, Rhapsody, Madam Noy and The Women
of Yueh, previously recorded on Hyperion by the Nash Ensemble. This
means we now have a couple of dozen early songs, all first recordings, which
will come as a revelation if you have only known Bliss's songs from such
late settings as the two song cycles on the billing. Indeed this is so pioneering
a set, that, with the editor's indulgence, I think we should list them all,
so that you can appreciate how indispensable a collection it is for all
interested in English song.
CD 1: A Knot of Riddles; Three Romantic Songs (Walter de la Mare);
Four Songs; Seven American Poems; Two American Poems; Three Songs by W H
Davies; 'Fair is My Love' and 'In Praise of his Daphnis' (from the Serenade);
The Tramps; When I Was One and Twenty.
CD 2: Two Nursery Rhymes; Elegiac Sonnet; Angels of the Mind;
The Tempest; Ballads of the Four Seasons; The Fallow Deer at the
Lonely House; Rich or Poor; A Child's Prayer; Three
Jolly Gentlemen; The Hammers; Simples; 'Tis Time I Think
by Wenlock Town; At the Window; Auvergnat.
Very few of these have been recorded before, so this is a notably pioneering
and worthwhile issue, backed up by the sympathetic erudition of Giles
Easterbrook's wide-ranging and informative 16-page booklet essay. As Easterbrook
points out, by 1925 Bliss had composed about half his output of songs, and
the youthful singers in this fine Hyperion team, Toby Spence and Geraldine
McGreevy, respond to the freshness of Bliss's early invention, while the
often turbulent piano accompaniments are played with suitable swagger by
Kathron Sturrock.
Why has no one recorded the gorgeous cycle The Ballads of the Four
Seasons before? This is lovely music which as sung here by Geraldine
McGreevy immediately becomes a favourite often to be revisited. Bliss the
enfant terrible, as he was widely regarded in the years after the
First World War, may particularly be heard in an iconoclastic song such as
The Hammers, a boisterous encore setting words by Ralph Hodgson, in
which Kathron Sturrock evokes the inexorable rhythmic force of Bliss's imagery:
surely memories of the war still overwhelming. Yet otherwise, in his early
songs, Bliss is seen as a distinctive voice in a re-emerging English mainstream.
The big curiosity here is the music for The Tempest, written in 1921
for Viola Tree and Louis Calvert's celebrated production at the Aldwych Theatre
in February that year, two years before Honegger wrote his prelude La
Tempête, both in their day thought arrestingly modern. Here the
two male singers take the role of sailors who are drowned by the waves of
drumming which provides the accompaniment. This must have been thought startling
avant garde in 1921, but for me it raises questions of the work's
imagery, for in this storm we surely share Bliss's nightmares of the barrage
on the Western Front. Curiously enough the sound on the CD is far more detailed
and precise than in the hall, an analytical acoustic which tends to lose
that overwhelming build-up of sound that must have been so striking in the
theatre. It is still exciting and well worth having, if not for every day.
If the many miscellaneous songs here recorded are a revelation, to have Bliss's
big things, the three important cycles A Knot of Riddles,
Angels of the Mind and the Seven American Poems so authoritatively
done is even more important for Bliss's reputation as a whole, and our assessment
of it. Baritone Henry Hurford is eloquent in the shifting but highly emotional
sensibilities of the Seven American Poems, written when Bliss was in the
throes of deciding what to do on finding himself in the USA in 1940 after
the outbreak of war. Here just once or twice I thought the balance over favoured
the piano, as for example in the impassioned second song of the Seven
American Poems, "Siege". In A Knot of Riddles, Bliss's late cycle
for Cheltenham in 1963, written for John Shirley-Quirk, Henry Hurford's splendid
articulation is essential in following the words. Here I was particularly
struck by the colour and warmth of Bliss's instrumental writing as caught
by the artistry of the Nash Ensemble.
I reported on the recording session for these (BMS
News 78 p 181), and now, hearing the songs in quick succession
on the CD one is impressed both by the quantity and the variety, covering
as they do a span of sixty years. A rewarding and largely unsuspected facet
of a name more often associated with the orchestra.
Reviewer
Lewis Foreman