This second volume of a projected complete survey of Poulenc's 
                  songs – a delightful prospect – begins with one of his earliest 
                  and longest examples, the waltz-song Toréador, which 
                  Poulenc described as a caricature of a music-hall song. Christopher 
                  Maltman sings it stylishly, with Malcolm Martineau contributing 
                  his usual artistry in conjuring a whole world of colours and 
                  moods from the piano part. With its subtle tempo fluctuations, 
                  it's a tricky song to bring off, but the pair achieve 
                  remarkable unanimity. Felicity Lott sings the three settings 
                  of Louise Lalanne (- a pseudonym for Marie Laurencin in Nos. 
                  1 and 3, Apollinaire No.2) with her own distinctive artistry, 
                  if not always complete comfort or tonal beauty, while Martineau 
                  is quite sensational.
                   
                  The two major items on this CD are the cycle Tel jour, telle 
                  nuit and Le travail du peintre. In the cycle, 
                  which is among the composer's masterpieces, Felicity 
                  Lott is still able to float some of the very highest notes, 
                  but elsewhere she takes a moment to settle on the centre. Her 
                  musicianship is still a lesson for all, making the fact that 
                  the poems are more naturally expressed by a man almost of no 
                  account, but one has to make other allowances. To find her in 
                  her prime, one should listen to her wonderful performance of 
                  the same cycle on Hommage à Francis Poulenc (Forlane). 
                  Alternatively, choose the last track on this CD for her ravishing 
                  performance of Les chemins de l'amour.
                   
                  The thumb-nail sketches of seven artists - Picasso, Chagall, 
                  Braque, Gris, Klee, Miró and Villon - grouped as Le travail 
                  de peintre (poems by Eluard), are sensitively sung by Maltman, 
                  though his slow vibrato occasionally threatens to distract. 
                  In the two Apollinaire settings Robert Murray sings superbly, 
                  showing a marvellous range of vocal colours and especially brilliant 
                  in Dans le jardin d'Anna. I should have been 
                  glad to hear more than nine minutes of him. Lorna Anderson has 
                  slightly more to do and is excellent in the three Lorca settings. 
                  Jonathan Lemalu (five and a half minutes) has burnished tone, 
                  heard to splendid effect in Hymne, and he is equally 
                  impressive in the completely different mood of La tragique 
                  histoire du petit René. Saddest of all is the measly two 
                  and a half minutes allowed for our enjoyment of the wonderful 
                  legato lines of Lisa Milne. Her Nuage is captivating.
                   
                  So, generally these fine singers score pretty high in their 
                  projection and pronunciation of diverse texts, and their all-round 
                  musicianship. One's regrets over the short allocation 
                  of time given to some of them surely speaks for itself. Nevertheless, 
                  I am tempted to say that Martineau is the most outstanding performer 
                  here. I should love to hear him in Poulenc's solo piano 
                  music.
                   
                  As in Volume One, it is good to have texts included, but again 
                  there are a couple of typos in the poems. Also as in the previous 
                  volume, Roger Nichols' notes are authoritative but do 
                  not cover every song. Why is this?
                   
                  Overall this CD is guaranteed to bring hours of pleasure - a 
                  must-have for Poulenc fans. 
                
Philip Borg-Wheeler