The Siberian mezzo-soprano Marina Domashenko is (or 
          was when the booklet notes were written earlier this year) 27. She made 
          her European début in 1998 in Prague, and since then has chalked 
          up theatre appearances in San Francisco (alongside Domingo), Paris, 
          Bologna, Amsterdam, Athens, Venice, Vienna (and, shortly to come, Berlin), 
          as well as concert appearances in London and New York.
        
She impresses here as a real dramatic mezzo-soprano, 
          with enough heft for "Stride la vampa" but also with plenty 
          of agility for the Rossini piece. Her voice is even and well-produced, 
          with a rich sheen which accompanies it right through its range up to 
          a fine high B. I hope that she will not put extra pressure on her vibrato, 
          which might then flay out and undermine the good work, but as it is 
          it is natural and attractive.
        
Having found the voice a fine one and a well-schooled 
          one, I might only add that she is a very musical singer and conclude 
          that she has all the requisites to become a major presence in our theatres 
          over the next couple of decades. 
        
I believe this is so, but it would be too much to expect 
          at this early stage the sort of spot-on insights into particular words 
          that some of the greatest singers of the past could give. Take the first 
          Samson aria (the well-known one). When Callas sings "mon 
          bien-aimée" we somehow know that this is a woman whose love 
          is so pathologically obsessive that she is prepared to do great harm 
          to the man she loves to keep him enchained to her. Domashenko just sings 
          it. You might, though, find her voice more inherently suited to the 
          music (it is a mezzo role and Callas was not a mezzo). Her Carmen is 
          less mannered than Callas’s, but lacks a profile of its own as yet. 
          The hiccups of Orlofsky’s aria are neatly negotiated without quite sounding 
          really tipsy. The slower pieces, notably the Prokofiev, allow us to 
          savour her gorgeous timbre.
        
The raw material is great, then; much will depend on 
          the conductors, producers and other musicians she comes into contact 
          with. Some readers might wonder how she compares with another great 
          talent to have emerged recently from the other side of the former Iron 
          Curtain, Vesselina Kasarova. Kasarova has a more tangible personality, 
          but is another type of mezzo, a smaller voice well-suited to Donizetti 
          and the French repertoire but unlikely to branch into Azucena. Kasarova 
          has also proved to be a fine lieder recitalist. Domashenko is more a 
          "normal" operatic mezzo and may be for the next generation 
          what Barbieri and Simionato were for the last. Which is saying something. 
          I shall certainly look forward to her first complete opera on CD.
        
        
        
Christopher Howell