This recorded performance of Mahler’s masterpiece has 
                  a curious provenance. The three tenor songs were recorded in 
                  1992, but the mezzo songs were only recorded ten years later, 
                  and in a different location. I can find no indication that the 
                  performance has been previously available, so one can only wonder 
                  why getting on for nine years had to pass before it was released. 
                  The hybrid nature of the performance leaves one feeling uncomfortable, 
                  and so it should. But I only looked at the recording dates after 
                  listening to the disc for the first time, and can affirm that 
                  nothing in the performance or the sound alerted me to anything 
                  untoward. All the same, it shouldn’t work. That it does 
                  work, and triumphantly, gives pause for thought. 
                    
                  The performance opens just as it should, the short introduction 
                  a near-perfect blend of impetuosity and breadth. Throughout 
                  this movement, and throughout the work, Michael Gielen demonstrates 
                  a natural feel for the ebb and flow of the Mahlerian pulse. 
                  His instinct for pressing on or holding back seems unerring, 
                  especially since he invariably does so on those occasions that 
                  the score specifically demands it. Jerusalem is magnificent. 
                  The role requires a full heldentenor voice, but also, and crucially, 
                  the more intimate and delicate qualities of a Lieder singer. 
                  Jerusalem has both, and his performance of these songs is one 
                  of the very finest I have heard. Listen how much he makes of 
                  the words in the phrase beginning “Ein voller Becher Weins” 
                  at 3:07 in this first song, and how much more meaning he extracts 
                  from the words and the music than even the finest of his rivals 
                  in the quieter passages of the fifth. If he shouts a little 
                  at the end of this song, and if he leaves the climactic word 
                  “Lebens” in the first song a bar too soon (7:12), 
                  his inspired and inspiring singing of the rest will persuade 
                  us happily to forgive him. 
                    
                  On her own terms, Cornelia Kallisch is very fine. She manages 
                  the key moments particularly well. In the second song, for example, 
                  at the words “Mein Herz ist müde” (4:57) she 
                  makes us share the weariness of her heart, and her sudden pianissimo 
                  for the following phrase is very affecting indeed. Her duet 
                  with the first oboe a page or so later, stark and bleak, is 
                  another high point. Of course the mezzo’s big challenge 
                  is the long, final movement, “Der Abschied”, and 
                  Kallisch acquits herself very well here. The long final chapter, 
                  beginning at the words “Er stieg vom Pferd” (20:48), 
                  produces some inspired singing, and the closing pages are suitably 
                  inward and lonely, her final, murmured “Ewig” seemingly 
                  emerging from silence. There is some vocal strain from time 
                  to time in the upper register, and the voice has a tendency 
                  to spread under pressure. This is a pity, as vocal purity is 
                  everything in these songs. 
                    
                  The orchestral playing from the South-West German Radio Orchestra 
                  is superb. Honourable mentions go to the first flute and the 
                  first clarinet for some particularly eloquent playing, especially 
                  when accompanying the mezzo. The orchestral sound is both rich 
                  and analytical, this the result of Mahler’s writing, but 
                  also an indication of the conductor’s skill. Gielen’s 
                  pacing of the work is masterly, making the most, for example, 
                  of the banal central section of the fourth song. He understands 
                  and supports his singers, and only in the third song do I find 
                  his reading rather too fast and hectic, rushing Jerusalem, and 
                  the whole somewhat lacking in porcelain delicacy. 
                    
                  The tenor songs, the orchestral playing and the conducting make 
                  this a very desirable disc indeed. That judgement could almost 
                  stand as it is, but the mezzo is the crux of the matter. Cornelia 
                  Kallisch, unfortunately for her, has some formidable rivals 
                  in this work, and her singing is marginally less involving than 
                  the finest of these. I wouldn’t want to upset Kathleen 
                  Ferrier’s many admirers, but hers in not my favourite 
                  assumption of the mezzo role. Janet Baker, on the other hand, 
                  with Haitink or, especially, with Kubelik on Audite, is another 
                  matter. Brigitte Fassbaender is also very fine, with Giulini 
                  on DG, a reading that finds quite different things to say about 
                  Das Lied that do many other performances, and one that 
                  should be in every collection. There are some mavericks in there 
                  too, notably Horenstein’s marvellous performance on BBC 
                  Legends, with what was then called the BBC Northern Symphony 
                  Orchestra. Mahler sanctioned a baritone in place of the mezzo, 
                  and Bernstein’s Viennese performance on Decca, with Dietrich 
                  Fischer-Dieskau is another that any serious Mahler collector 
                  should have. Released a month or so earlier than that version, 
                  nearly forty-five years ago - good grief! - is the one that, 
                  in my view, comes nearest to perfection, with Fritz Wunderlich 
                  as fine as Jerusalem, Christa Ludwig a wonderful, heart-felt 
                  mezzo, and authoritative conducting, albeit conducting that 
                  might not suit everybody, from Klemperer. This reading from 
                  Gielen, in spite of its curious and frankly counterfeit timescale, 
                  now takes its place amongst my favourite readings of this eternally 
                  satisfying work. 
                    
                  William Hedley