I'm sure this album seemed like a good idea 
                to someone, sometime. There's no reason a cellist has to make 
                a recorded debut with, say, the Dvorák concerto or the two by 
                Haydn: it's hardly fair to measure a young artist against the 
                likes of Casals and Rostropovich, even by implication, and the 
                catalogues can't sustain the repertoire duplications, anyhow. 
                But this album, for all the effort that clearly went into it, 
                is a misconceived dud. 
                
                "Crossover" in the conventional sense - Broadway or 
                pops repertoire undertaken by a classical performer - can be tricky 
                to pull off: the opera singers, in particular, usually can't quite 
                muster the requisite command of varied styles. But it's assumed 
                that the individual selections will retain their stylistic integrity. 
                These arrangements go far beyond that, tossing together a mish-mash 
                of elements of various idioms, more or less willy-nilly. You can't 
                call it "fusion," because the disparate styles don't 
                "fuse" particularly well. 
                
                Worthington plays the mainstream classical selections respectably, 
                holding the vibrato within acceptable bounds, with only the occasional 
                slurpy portamento intruding. But her chosen program doesn't always 
                serve her. Neither the 
Flight of the Bumblebee nor 
Der 
                Hölle Rache gains by being recast as a cello piece; they're 
                both taken rather moderately, and Worthington's tone turns small 
                and chirpy in the Mozart's highest phrases. The other classical 
                pieces have been arranged in a style best described as techno-Mantovani, 
                variously "enhanced" with accoutrements including wordless 
                chorus - possibly synthetic, although an actual chorus is credited 
                on the album. The coda of the Bach-Gounod 
Ave Maria ducks 
                briefly into a minor-key episode irrelevant to either composer. 
                An exploratory, New Age-y introduction grafted on to 
Après 
                un rêve bumps awkwardly against Fauré's pristine harmonies. 
                Do the artists really think this sort of thing somehow revitalizes 
                the music for our time? A good, individually phrased straight 
                performance would better accomplish that. 
                
                Conversely, the pure pop-rock numbers, both originals and those 
                "inspired" by the classics, are the best things in the 
                program, with a variety of percussion crisply and infectiously 
                deployed. The pop songs vaguely inspired by Brahms's 
Wiegenlied 
                and the Rimsky piece would have been at least as effective divorced 
                from the comparatively unimpressive renderings of the originals. 
                The 'cello is more prominently featured than usual in this sort 
                of music; still, it's hardly "showcased," so these numbers 
                seem vaguely beside the point. And it might take a few bars to 
                recognize the theme of the traditional 
Break Bread Together 
                as it emerges from the 
faux strings-and-piano texture. 
                
                
                It's hard to judge the recorded quality of so conspicuous a "production," 
                incorporating electronic sounds, pronounced directional effects, 
                and an occasionally engulfing echo. At least it isn't strident.
                
Stephen Francis Vasta