A mouth-watering prospect with a mix of familiar and
(currently) less familiar singers, with a conductor not immediately
associated with this opera, and crowned by a top-flight orchestra and
chorus. Sadly not everyone or everything lives up to expectations.
Aida (an opera which really does need no introduction),
has a cruel start for the orchestral violins, much like Wagner’s Lohengrin,
high up on the E string, but it’s pretty evident there’s no cause for
concern as far as intonation is concerned. It is not, however, too long
(the second track duet between Ramfis and Radames) before one realises,
Ah yes Harnoncourt, no vibrato and gut strings etc, the world of authenticity,
yet somehow (and thankfully so) thereafter the glossy bloom of the Vienna
Philharmonic’s strings starts to appear, whether deliberately or not,
to create that mystical impressionism which Verdi conjures. On the other
(less subtle) hand the brass is always glorious, burnished, blazing
especially in all those fanfares in the famous Triumphal March (for
this recording, which arises from the 1997 Zurich production, Harnoncourt
had specially made-to-measure ‘Egyptian’ trumpets), which anticipates
the four extra trumpets in the Requiem three years later. Harnoncourt
has no trouble whipping them to a frenzy in ‘Guerra’ guerra’. Fortunately
his tempi are traditional and not rushed.
The chorus enters into the Middle Eastern spirit of
the spectacle, not only in the grand climaxes. They also take on the
roles of priestesses and monastic-sounding priests with harp and solo
high priestess, producing a cohesively blended sound and distinctly
articulated text. Apart from a stodgy bass line (not helped by Harnoncourt’s
inflexible tempo), the famous Triumphal March is stylishly sung. The
ensuing sacred dance has a sexily sinuous ebb and flow (no doubt inducing
cobras to emerge from their baskets), its rubato flavouring the Egyptian
idiom with a dash of Johann Strauss (with whose music the VPO are in
their natural habitat). Harnoncourt over-stresses to a huge degree the
pp and ppp marks, which are more frequently found in this score, more
than many conductors have hitherto bothered to observe. However when
the dynamic range rises above forte, balance favours the (glorious)
orchestra more than the singers - not a wise move for opera. But Aida
was conceived as, and is, a grand spectacle so those dances and interludes
(which often feature glorious harp playing ) are given the full treatment.
The tenor Radames, like those violins, has a similar
straight-in-the-deep-end start with the famous aria ‘Celeste Aida’ to
cope with. Frankly Vincenzo La Scola only just makes it. With a singer’s
high notes one always, as a listener, has to feel that there is another
unsung higher note in reserve. With La Scola it takes an awful lot of
effort to produce the heroic goods. In ensembles he fares much better,
perhaps more confident with the support of other voices around him.
It’s all there, and generally he proves himself worthy of selection,
but it does not always sound comfortable (another example occurs in
his act three duet with Aida at yet another top Bb, a note every Italian
tenor should have with room to spare), and that creates unease with
any listener. On the other hand Olga Borodina, as the scorned but deeply
human Amneris, has no such limitations and paints her Verdian tone with
Russian dark-hued colours in an authoritative interpretation. Her approach
quite rightly dominates the second act, plaintive at first, then passionately
threatening in her confrontation with Aida. In the title role the Chilean
soprano Christina Gallardo-Domâs is a real find, and like Radames,
she has to put her marker down as a singer in the first act with ‘Ritorna
vincitor’. After a hint of uncertainty it develops into a scena which
she exploits to the full. This is glorious singing which, once it gets
into its stride, blossoms throughout the recording, and is particularly
impressive in the set ensembles which she rides with consummate ease.
She is beautifully tender in the Nile Scene, though the accompanying
oboe has a hint of reed trouble getting those final low Ds and a C to
‘speak’. Strangely at this point Verdi does not use the cor anglais,
which is a part of the opera’s exotic orchestration. One example of
this (and duly given much prominence by Harnoncourt) is the colourful,
almost Wagnerian (Tristan) combination of cor anglais and bass
clarinet in the dramatically critical scene (Act Four, Scene One) in
which Amneris desperately pleads her love to Radames. Verdi’s incredible
sense of orchestral colour is illustrated by the long solo for the double
basses introducing the Judgement Scene, which instruments he uses once
again as Otello creeps stealthily into Desdemona’s bedroom. The final
entombing scene produces touching moments from both singers.
Matti Salminen as Ramfis is, like La Scola, sometimes
put on the rack at the top of his voice, whereas the lower range is
stylish. There’s a brilliant sense of frustration each time he comes
to his third cry of ‘Radames’ in the Judgement Scene, and he whips up
his offstage priests to a frenzy, much to Amneris’s distress (another
glorious Borodina scene). Thomas Hampson may be unlikely casting for
Amonasro, but he fully lives up to his fine reputation, characterising
with initial humility, then intensely directed venom in the third act
duet with daughter Aida (Gallardo-Domâs continuing her fine singing).
This is followed by a transformation as he refocuses his desire for
revenge into impassioned patriotism for Ethiopia. In Amonasro one senses
the characters of Iago and Ford still to come in Verdi’s next and last
two operas. Last but not least, the King of Egypt, so often stuck away,
high up on a throne at the top of a ceremonial staircase, distantly
sounding like a bluebottle trapped in a jam jar, but fortunately not
here. Laszló Polgár has a fine regal tone and is another
artist with vocal presence and dignity, and he and fellow bass Salminen
together make an ideal combination.
On balance this is an excellent recording, some occasional
vocal reservations amongst some of the men maybe, but all worthwhile
for the singing of the two principal women, and for the fine orchestral
work throughout.
Christopher Fifield
Aida - Christina Gallardo-Domâs
(soprano)