As with all Rimsky-Korsakov’s operas May Night 
                  only has a handful of recordings, among them a Capriccio release 
                  under Alexander Lazarev. That’s available as part of a four-opera 
                  set – review 
                  – which looks very tempting if you can get it at a good price. 
                  Brilliant certainly has a reputation for producing discs on 
                  a tight budget and, as Naxos and other lower-price labels have 
                  proved, quality needn’t be compromised in the process. Thankfully 
                  there’s no trace of old, Soviet-era sonics here, but Russian 
                  vocal traditions take a little longer to adapt. But even if 
                  you’re allergic to excessive vibrato May Night has enough 
                  good tunes to keep you listening to the end. 
                    
                  It certainly starts well enough, with all the sparkle one expects 
                  of this composer. As for the Bolshoi band, what they lack in 
                  refinement they make up for in animation. The recording is somewhat 
                  recessed – veiled, even – the chorus of villagers sounding a 
                  tad fierce in the climaxes. Vitaly Taraschenko’s love-sick Levko 
                  is pleasing, if plaintive, his serenade to Hanna sung with more 
                  ardour than charm. In the ensuing duet, Natalia Erasova’s Hanna 
                  sounds girlish enough, but there’s no disguising her wide vibrato. 
                  It’s all rather underpowered, Taraschenko struggling under even 
                  the slightest pressure; moreover, he delivers his tale of the 
                  drowned maiden as an unvarying monologue, quite without life 
                  or feeling. 
                    
                  Oh dear, not the most encouraging start. Nikolai Reshetniak’s 
                  Kaleni the village drunk and Vyacheslav Pochapsky’s Mayor are 
                  adequate although, as with Levko and Hanna, they’re apt to sound 
                  monochromatic. And just sample the end of Act I, where Levko 
                  tries to enlist the village lads’ help against his rival in 
                  love; really, it’s hard to imagine a less vital performance 
                  than this. Even Rimsky’s score is drained of its usual piquancy, 
                  making one long for the energy and thrust of a Gergiev. As for 
                  Act II, the broad comedy of the Mayor’s dinner with his sister-in-law 
                  and the Distiller – interrupted by the hapless drunk – is painfully 
                  short on humour, the band chugging along dutifully in the background. 
                  Inexplicably, the trio and village lads’ song is split between 
                  discs one and two, which is both annoying and unnecessary. 
                    
                  May Night isn’t Rimsky’s most inspired opera by any stretch 
                  of the imagination, but it deserves a livelier, more committed 
                  performance than it gets here. And although Elena Okolycheva’s 
                  sister-in-law breathes some life into the performance it’s not 
                  enough to stop it from flat-lining at times. Yes, the ethereal 
                  opening of Act III is atmospherically done – how much better 
                  it would sound if the orchestra weren’t so distant – and Levko 
                  seems much more comfortable at low volume. There is some lovely 
                  music here, but it’s only hinted at, thanks to Chistiakov’s 
                  workmanlike conducting and a lacklustre recording. Matters improve 
                  slightly with the appearance of Pannochka and the dances that 
                  follow. That said, rhythms are generally flaccid and, as a whole, 
                  the performance never rises much above mediocrity. It certainly 
                  doesn’t do justice to Rimsky’s colourful score. 
                    
                  Listening to this May Night on a wet November one makes 
                  the experience all the more dispiriting. Indeed, I can’t remember 
                  an opera recording that fails so miserably – and on so many 
                  levels – as this one. Avoid. 
                    
                  Dan Morgan