This invitation is 
                to a journey through – mainly – unknown 
                corners of the French landscape of song 
                during La belle époque. 
                Once again this disc shows Graham Johnson’s 
                mastery in programme building and his 
                indefatigable appetite for hidden gems. 
                A look through the list of songs in 
                the heading reveals many well known 
                poems from well known poets, some of 
                them also well known in song settings. 
                These are however settings by other 
                composers, most of them little known, 
                if known at all. Insofar as they are 
                known their reputations rest in other 
                fields than song. Leo Delibes, probably 
                the only one generally known by a wider 
                audience today, has survived as the 
                creator of a couple of ballets and the 
                opera Lakmé. Charles Lecocq 
                was during his lifetime enormously popular 
                for his operettas, challenging even 
                Offenbach. The last name on the list, 
                Henri Duparc, is also the important 
                song composer, with an oeuvre of only 
                seventeen songs generally regarded as 
                the crowning glory of French 19th 
                century mélodies. His 
                song lends its name to the whole programme 
                and that famous Baudelaire poem is also 
                the main thread, appearing in no less 
                than four different settings. 
              
 
              
And very different 
                they are: the beautiful waltz with a 
                contrasting 4/4 section by Jules Cressonnois 
                that opens the recital is a true charmer 
                with a melody that sticks. It is sung 
                with exquisite shading by John Mark 
                Ainsley who throughout the long programme 
                shows keen musicianship and good taste. 
                He characterises beautifully and naturally 
                but never to such extent that he disrupts 
                the flow of the music. He keeps within 
                the natural dynamic limits of his voice, 
                preferring the subtle use of his lovely 
                half voice to a harsh forte. Add to 
                this his perfectly idiomatic French 
                which makes the disc one of the finest 
                examples of Gallic song performance. 
                Graham Johnson is as always the perfect, 
                sensitive accompanist and as usual he 
                contributes one of his entertainingly 
                written and well researched essays. 
                Naturally the booklet also contains 
                all the song texts. 
              
 
              
But, someone may object, 
                a recital of unknown songs by unknown 
                or second-rate composers, can that really 
                be an uplifting affair? Indeed it can! 
                Graham Johnson has not dug out rarities 
                at random. He has judiciously assembled 
                a sequence built on contrasts. The songs 
                cover a wide area of emotions, from 
                sentimental or sad to dramatic and humorous. 
                Apart from Duparc’s masterpiece there 
                may not be so many songs in the gold-medal 
                class but all of them are little gems 
                in a more modest sense. As so often, 
                the total outcome is more than the sum 
                of the individual parts. Individually 
                there is also so much to admire. Lecocq’s 
                two settings of La Fontaine, for instance, 
                are lively and humoristic with an expressive 
                piano part. John Mark Ainsley characterises 
                well and there is more than a hint of 
                the operetta master. 
              
 
              
Leo Delibes is at least 
                known for one song, Les filles de 
                Cadiz, a once popular piece for 
                coloratura sopranos, memorably recorded 
                by Lily Pons in the 78 era. Victoria 
                de los Angeles included it in her 1960s 
                recital "A World of Song". 
                A new soprano star Ana María 
                Martínez sings it on her Naxos 
                disc (review). 
                Here are three more examples of his 
                talent as a songwriter. Départ 
                is a dramatic scene with a piano part 
                that Schubert could have written, Bonjour, 
                Suzon! is intimate and Ainsley moulds 
                the phrases so beautifully with his 
                most mellifluous half voice, while Regrets! 
                is suitably melancholy. As a melodist 
                Delibes is second to none. Émile 
                Pessard may be forgotten today but in 
                his day he won the Prix de Rome and 
                he may be remembered as one of Ravel’s 
                teachers. His two songs on this disc 
                are known in settings by Berlioz and 
                Liszt respectively. While Pessard may 
                not be in that league his versions have 
                a distinct flavour and judging from 
                what I hear on this disc he should be 
                better known. Le spèctre de 
                la rose sounds a little like Hahn 
                while the Hugo setting Oh! quand 
                je dors has a more Italian flavour. 
                As Johnson points out, the text talks 
                about Petrarch and his Laura. 
              
 
              
The only surviving 
                piece by Benjamin Godard is the Berceuse 
                from Jocelyn, recorded by among 
                others Beniamino Gigli. His L’invitation 
                au voyage is beautiful and moving; 
                Guitare, a Hugo text that has 
                attracted many composers, has a folksy 
                character. Paul Puget, a pseudonym for 
                Paul-Charles-Marie Curet, also won the 
                Prix de Rome, not always a guarantee 
                for immortality. Madrid is distinctly 
                Spanish and should be a wonderful encore 
                piece, especially if sung with the fervour 
                that Ainsley demonstrates here. 
              
 
              
The two Hillemachers 
                were brothers. They worked and published 
                together under the collective name Paul-Lucien. 
                The Sérénade is 
                a charming piece and it is interesting 
                that they also set Soupir, which 
                Duparc had already made unforgettable. 
                The poem is by Sully Prudhomme, who 
                was the first Nobel Prize winner of 
                literature. Sully’s poems attracted 
                many composers at the time, Fauré 
                among them. 
              
 
              
Émile Paladilhe 
                was quite fashionable at the beginning 
                of the last century and many of the 
                great singers of the first gramophone 
                generation recorded his songs. Psyché 
                was recorded as late as the 1930s by 
                Maggie Teyte and this song, as sung 
                by John Mark Ainsley, is certainly one 
                of the gems on this disc. In Les 
                papillons one hears the fluttering 
                wings of the butterflies and La chanson 
                des blondes is lively and optimistic 
                with a boisterous accompaniment. 
              
 
              
Duparc’s L’invitation 
                au voyage rounds off this long and 
                constantly captivating recital in a 
                deeply felt reading. There isn’t a dull 
                moment here. Good songs need not be 
                masterpieces to be enjoyed, especially 
                when performed this well. 
              
Göran Forsling