Remarkably, Haydn’s last opera, Orfeo ed Euridice, 
                  received its first staging as late as 1951. That Florence performance 
                  featured a cast of imposing stature; Maria Callas, Boris Christoff, 
                  Tygge Tyggeson, and a no less imposing conductor in the person 
                  of Erich Kleiber. Such dream casting may cause speculation as 
                  to the nature of the performance. What however can’t be 
                  gainsaid is the existence of this earlier 1950 Vienna recording, 
                  made for Haydn Society LP, and released in a three LP set on 
                  HSLP2019, as well as on Vox OPBX193. It was, I believe, the 
                  first complete recording of a Haydn opera. 
                    
                  This was a most worthy undertaking. The cast, whilst variable, 
                  was well blended and the orchestral contributions strong and 
                  alert. Swarowsky directs with intelligence, and manages to generate 
                  quite a deal of theatrical heft. This is important because Orfeo 
                  ed Euridice is a dramatic, powerful work, and grandly conceived. 
                  If opera seria was soon to die, then its swansong here 
                  and in Mozart’s contemporaneous La Clemenza di Tito 
                  was an effective end to the genre. 
                    
                  Orfeo is Herbert Handt whose plangent tenor is a pleasure to 
                  hear. In the harp-accompanied Rendete a questro seno 
                  he demonstrates the salient features of his musicianship; a 
                  lyric tenor, well deployed throughout the scale, a soft, when 
                  necessary, caressing tone; fine divisions; a certain elegance 
                  of expression; a slight similarity in timbral quality and effect 
                  to Heddle Nash. But Handt doesn’t lack for vigour, either, 
                  and sings throughout with strength, purpose, and intelligence. 
                  His Euridice is Judith Hellwig. She has a fine tone and when 
                  singing long sustained notes evinces no sign of a wobble. Her 
                  Filomena abbandonata in the First Act does however reveal 
                  her real weakness in runs, which are, to be blunt, pretty awful. 
                  The two lovers sing well together in their end of Act I duet 
                  Come il foco allo splendour, but it’s noticeable 
                  that her intonation veers badly without his support. She’s 
                  much better in Act II where her lyric gifts are well met in 
                  Dovè l’amato bene? and Del mio core; 
                  here her delicious portamenti and legato win the day. 
                    
                  The Genio is pure-toned Hedda Heusser, more technically secure 
                  than Hellwig, who essays her exceptionally difficult task with 
                  great fervour. Perhaps the best known singers to us today are 
                  Walter Berry and Alfred Poell. They sing with rugged assurance. 
                  Poell is especially bluff and convincing in his Act II Mai 
                  non fia insulto. 
                    
                  The chorus is alert and taut, but not always precise. Its entry 
                  in the first act is rightly dramatic, taut and arresting. It 
                  plays an increasingly important and demanding role as the opera 
                  develops, and shows Haydn’s clear indebtedness to Handel’s 
                  ‘English’ choruses. Instrumentally, the harpsichord 
                  of Kurt Rapf is quite a large-sounding beast, or maybe it was 
                  recorded very close up. It’s certainly prominent but not 
                  actually off-putting. Orchestrally, the martial elements of 
                  the music are nicely dealt with - the drums and brass in Act 
                  II Scene II in particular. This is a very interestingly orchestrated 
                  work with ripe roles for the brass and harp in particular. 
                    
                  The work ends in reflective intimacy, in a long diminuendo, 
                  and Swarowksy sustains the expressive temperature of the work 
                  to the very end. The set comes with a series of essays from 
                  H.C. Robbins Landon - none better in this field of course - 
                  but there is no libretto. The only concern is the rather muddied 
                  and occasionally distorted sound, qualities that I strongly 
                  assume to have been endemic and thus eradicable, even by so 
                  expert a restorer as Lani Spahr. 
                    
                  Jonathan Woolf