An opera which has been described as ‘without a doubt 
          the greatest Italian tragic opera since Otello, L’amore dei 
          tre Re has never quite come up to expectations. Toscanini admired 
          it. He and Gatti-Casazza took it to the Met and its success has endured 
          in America more than Europe. Here it gets the sort of Wexford airing 
          of a curiosity but it is an opera well worth more than that (unlike 
          three others he produced thereafter, which were La nave, 1918, 
          La notte di Zoraima, 1931, and L’incantesimo, 1943). Benelli’s 
          libretto is a good one, the music is attractive so all the ingredients 
          were there for its successful première at La Scala, Milan on 
          10 April 1913. The plot is full of Cav and Pag verismo 
          melodrama, set in the Middle Ages, absent baritone husband, adulterous 
          soprano wife with young tenor lover, vengeful blind bass father frustrated 
          by suspicions of a daughter-in-law he can’t see, so he strangles her 
          (unusually in the second act leaving us with no heroine for the third). 
          Rather stupidly (though understandable seeing he can’t see … if you 
          see what I mean) he sprinkles the corpse’s lips with poison in an attempt 
          to catch the lover, rightly assuming that the lover will kiss her. Sure 
          enough the tenor does, but unfortunately so too does his son, now returned 
          from another rape and pillage session, so by the end the stage is littered, 
          Hamlet-style, with various corpses of all the principal singers, save 
          old blind Baron Archibaldo. 
        
 
        
As far as Montemezzi’s style is concerned, there are 
          plenty of signs of the influence of Wagner’s Tristan, which duly 
          appear in the glorious second act lovers’ duet. Debussy’s Pelléas 
          et Mélisande is to be heard in much of the impressionism 
          and symbolism which permeates the opera musically and dramatically. 
          Both Debussy and Wagner cast their shadows over Montemezzi’s orchestration. 
          Although it tends to be rather dense, overriding it all is an instantly 
          recognisable Italianate vocal line which follows in the line of Verdi 
          and Puccini, with much similarity to both Mascagni and Leoncavallo. 
        
 
        
This is a mono recording by Italian Radio fifty years 
          ago, the composer still with two years to live, and a transfer from 
          discs of the time. Though it gets off to a shaky start as far as the 
          sound is concerned, and the timpanist never shakes off that dull sound 
          as if someone is firing off a mortar shell in a nearby battle, you soon 
          get used to it, and by Fiora’s death the drama completely takes you 
          over. Despite very creditable singing from Petrella and Berdini as the 
          young lovers and Capecchi’s struggle with the thankless role of Manfredo, 
          which really only develops in the third act because he never stays around 
          long enough in the first two, the star of this recording is the (30 
          year-old) Sesto Bruscantini as the old blind baron. His performance 
          is dramatically chilling and vocally authoritative if rather old-fashioned 
          sounding. You are helped to lashings of fast vibrato (but you get used 
          to it) and Bruscantini is helped by always having the last (solo) word 
          in each of the three acts. Conductor Basile whips up his radio orchestra 
          to the required frenzy when necessary, the chorus (only in act three) 
          supply the required grief at the sight of so many dead bodies. Buy it 
          for Bruscantini’s performance alone. 
        
 
         
        
Christopher Fifield