For many years now London’s Wigmore Hall has been regarded as 
                  one of the world’s pre-eminent venues for recitals. A few years 
                  ago the management began to issue live recordings of some of 
                  the concerts given there and such has been the quality and consistency 
                  of these discs that Wigmore Hall Live has quickly established 
                  itself as one of the most valuable labels around. I’ve collected 
                  a number of extremely fine recordings of WHL song recitals but 
                  I venture to suggest this may be the finest yet. 
                    
                  Simon Keenlyside has forged for himself a tremendous reputation 
                  on the operatic stage and in the recital room. Here, working 
                  in partnership with one of the finest accompanists on the circuit, 
                  he demonstrates that his reputation is fully deserved. 
                    
                  From the very first bars of An Sylvia, which opens an 
                  intelligently planned Schubert group, it’s evident that the 
                  singer is on superb form. The phrases of Schubert’s much-loved 
                  lied are projected with firm, round, clear tone. The 
                  line is excellent and the voice is forward and expertly focused. 
                  Later in the group we hear an admirable account of Die Sterne. 
                  Everything seems just right about this performance. The singing 
                  is beautifully poised and the words are delivered with clarity 
                  and understanding. Pleasure in the performance is heightened 
                  appreciably – not for the first or the last time in the recital 
                  – by Martineau’s perfectly placed accompaniment. This is followed 
                  by a memorable reading of Himmelsfunken, in which both 
                  performers distil a potent atmosphere. The group ends with a 
                  plum from Schwanengesang in the shape of Ständchen. 
                  It’s a fine way to close a collection of Schubert lieder. 
                  Though this group opened the programme it receives the sort 
                  of ovation that many artists would be delighted to receive at 
                  the conclusion of their whole recital. 
                    
                  There follows a selection of Wolf’s Möricke Lieder. Wolf’s 
                  often-complex lieder ideally require a singer with pronounced 
                  histrionic gifts as well as an infallible technique. In Keenlyside, 
                  with his operatic pedigree, we have an ideal Wolf interpreter. 
                  Immediately, in Der Knabe und das Immlein his gift for 
                  vocal characterisation is displayed. A little later comes An 
                  die Geliebte. I don’t disagree with Hilary Finch’s comment 
                  in the booklet that Keenlyside’s performance is “tenderly serene” 
                  but, in fact, I think that only tells part of the story for 
                  there’s passion in his delivery of the second stanza and he 
                  darkens his voice most effectively in the third stanza, while 
                  his tone at the very end of the piece is wonderfully elevated. 
                  This performance, to which Malcolm Martineau contributes in 
                  equal measure, is as impressive as it is expressive. 
                    
                  Immediately after that the delicacy in the delivery of Auf 
                  eine Christblume II is delightful and provides a contrast 
                  with the previous item that’s surely deliberate. The group closes 
                  with the turbulent Lied vom Winde. This receives a powerful, 
                  dramatic performance and the demanding piano part is expertly 
                  realised by Martineau. 
                    
                  Having demonstrated his prowess in lieder Keenlyside 
                  devotes the rest of the programme to mélodie. He opens 
                  his Fauré group with a delicious reading of Aubade. The 
                  performance of En sourdine is quite superb. Here Keenlyside 
                  fines down his tone significantly yet without in any way compromising 
                  the vocal quality. The rippling accompaniment, so typical of 
                  Fauré is judged to perfection by Martineau. Later on I relished 
                  the strong, passionate account of Fleur jetée and the 
                  eloquence with which Keenlyside invests that great, dark piece, 
                  Spleen. At the end of the group we hear Le papillon 
                  et la fleur. This was Fauré’s very first composition, written 
                  when he was a schoolboy, just sixteen years old. There’s not 
                  a hint of condescension in the winning performance given here: 
                  the artists lavish as much care on it as it they had been performing 
                  one of Fauré’s deepest, most mature pieces. 
                    
                  Finally to Ravel and his quirky Histoires naturelles. 
                  Here, as Hilary Finch points out, the piano part is crucial 
                  in filling out the portrait of the bird or insect in question. 
                  Malcolm Martineau’s playing is right out of the top drawer, 
                  not least in the depiction of the regal peacock and in portraying 
                  the chattering of the cricket. The swan’s vocal line glides 
                  gracefully over the watery surface so keenly suggested by Martineau’s 
                  liquid accompaniment. But the tour de force of this performance 
                  is the penultimate song, Le martin-pêcheur (‘The Kingfisher’). 
                  Keenlyside and Martineau generate a tremendous atmosphere as 
                  the tale unfolds. Hilary Finch rightly draws attention to the 
                  singer’s “remarkable steadiness of line, and virtuoso breath 
                  control which recreates a sense of breathless wonder.” I bet 
                  the members of the audience didn’t dare so much as move during 
                  this mesmerising performance for fear of breaking the spell. 
                  It’s a phenomenal achievement. 
                    
                  There’s just one encore but it’s a beauty. Poulenc himself described 
                  Hôtel as “the laziest song every written” and here it 
                  receives a performance of marvellous languor. As has been the 
                  case throughout the recital the excellence of the performance 
                  is such that in a way questions of technique are almost forgotten; 
                  yet time and again a superb detail catches the ear. One such 
                  is Keenlyside’s amazing use of head voice on the word ‘J’allume’ 
                  in this last song. 
                    
                  This is a quite exceptional recital disc. Magnificently controlled 
                  yet deeply expressive singing and wonderful pianism combine 
                  in a deeply satisfying partnership. It’s an enthralling and 
                  hugely enjoyable experience from first note to last and one 
                  can only be grateful that this memorable occasion has been preserved 
                  and can now be enjoyed time and again and by a much wider audience. 
                  Even now, as I write this in early January, I wonder if 2010 
                  will bring us a better song recital on CD. Somehow I doubt it. 
                  
                    
                
John Quinn