A Mediterranean, partly sun-drenched, partly gloomy programme 
                  - what could me more suitable for a lunchtime concert on a grey 
                  Monday in December? Many potential listeners thought so and 
                  the concert was a sell-out. The opening couldn’t be more 
                  inviting: five delightful songs in Venetian dialect by that 
                  most Gallic of charmers, Reynaldo Hahn. Anna Caterina Antonacci 
                  caresses the phrases so seductively, lingers a while over a 
                  particular line, lavishes vocal colours on the score, relishes 
                  the words and her rhythmical freedom gives that extra sense 
                  of weightlessness. They have superb rapport, the singer and 
                  the pianist and someone like Donald Sulzen who is an expert 
                  accompanist as well as a chamber musician must have flexibility 
                  in his blood. 
                    
                  The Hahn songs are from early on. Francesco Paolo Tosti was 
                  past sixty when he wrote these songs, was well established in 
                  London, singing master to the Royal Family and had just become 
                  a British citizen. The following year he was even knighted. 
                  The Italian sun shines through the songs even so, though there 
                  are clouds and darkness too. The texts are all by Gabriele d’Annunzio. 
                  Only L’alba separadalla luce l’ombra is at 
                  all well known but these are splendid songs, far removed from 
                  some of his popular drawing-room products. In particular Che 
                  dici, o parola del Saggio is inspired: its final stanza 
                  and postlude stay long in the memory. Maybe Antonacci and Sulzen 
                  regarded these two groups of songs as the first part of the 
                  concert. In an evening programme this would have been the right 
                  place for the interval. 
                    
                  What follows is in no way lightweight. Tosti for once becomes 
                  the serious kernel of a song programme. Cilea as a song composer 
                  is little known and in this group of three the first and the 
                  last are works of his youth, light-hearted and easy on the ear. 
                  Nel ridestarmi was written in middle-age by a composer 
                  who had, somewhat belatedly, adopted the impressionist language. 
                  Licinio Refice, if he is known at all, may be a name to some 
                  opera freaks who remember his greatest triumph, Cecilie, 
                  which in 1934 was a hit with Claudia Muzio in the title role. 
                  The following year he wrote for her Ombra di nube - clouds 
                  and shadow again! She recorded it the same year, shortly before 
                  her untimely death. The song is simple but affecting. 
                    
                  With the next song we make an excursion to times long past. 
                  Antonio Cesti wrote the opera Orontea in 1656 and Intorno 
                  all’idol mio was written for the eponymous heroine, 
                  the Queen of Egypt. Respighi also takes us back in time with 
                  in Sopra un’aria antica (On an old aria). His songs 
                  are heard now and then; they are well wrought but rarely catch 
                  the ear through melodic invention. This song is among his best. 
                  
                    
                  There the announced programme ends. The audience have been as 
                  uncommonly well-behaved as the Wigmore audience usually are 
                  but during the applause the enthusiasm gets its full due with 
                  bravos and - do I even hear stamping feet? Well deserved? 
                  Oh, yes! If one wants to be pernickety one could possibly say 
                  that Antonacci’s vibrato is sometimes over-generous and 
                  that she occasionally sounds slightly worn. Under some circumstances 
                  this could be quite serious criticism but with so expressive 
                  and life-enhancing a singer it hardly matters. This is a delightful 
                  programme, delightfully executed and with delightful accompaniments. 
                  I wish I had been there! 
                    
                  Göran Forsling