Restored to quite acceptable mono sound with a lot of orchestral 
                  detail and a great deal of power in the orchestral forte passages, 
                  this 1955 recording can in no way compete with the spectacular 
                  Karajan recording on Decca, set down in Vienna six years later. 
                  On its own terms, however, it still has something to offer, 
                  musically and theatrically. There is certainly no lack of drama, 
                  the orchestral and choral forces of RAI in Torino are idiomatic 
                  and Franco Capuana, a very experienced operatic conductor, keeps 
                  the music on the move with fluent tempos. The choral sound is 
                  thin and undernourished and thus the first act with its monumental 
                  mass-scenes suffers. The sonorities of the chorus are also a 
                  bit uneven with some acidulous sopranos petering out at climaxes. 
                  Considering, though, that this is a 57-year-old recording from 
                  a company that wasn’t famous for hi-fi and that these 
                  sets mainly were broadcasts, performed at one go like any live 
                  performance we have to be grateful for what we get, one soon 
                  gets used to the limitations and the performance as such doesn’t 
                  feel small-scale. 
                    
                  Among the soloists we recognize the names of some regulars at 
                  the time. Tenors Angelo Mercuriali and Tommaso Soley, Cassio 
                  and Rodrigo respectively, were able comprimarios and so was 
                  Rina Corsi, who has very little to sing as Emilia, besides some 
                  concerted scenes. Marco Stefanoni as Lodovico has a few moments 
                  where his sonorous bass-baritone is exposed and one wishes this 
                  role was bigger, but he still can’t erase memories of 
                  Fernando Corena on the Karajan recording. None of these roles 
                  are very important for the overall impression of Otello, 
                  not even Cassio, though with a more positive and charismatic 
                  singer he can come to life. 
                    
                  The one singer I was sure to find appealing was Giuseppe Taddei. 
                  Roughly the same age as Tito Gobbi and Ettore Bastianini he 
                  never became quite the international star as the other two. 
                  ‘The Italians gave Tito Gobbi to the world but kept Taddei 
                  to themselves’, is a saying and there is perhaps a grain 
                  of truth in that. He was however also a frequent guest at the 
                  Vienna State Opera for many years and was seen in a number of 
                  other houses as well. A further factor that made him less spectacular 
                  for the public at large was his recorded legacy, which was fairly 
                  small and, whereas Gobbi and Bastianini recorded extensively 
                  for EMI and Decca respectively, Taddei stuck primarily to Cetra 
                  with inferior sound and often with fellow soloists of lesser 
                  stature. True, he recorded several Mozart roles for EMI, Macbeth 
                  and Tosca for Decca and even recorded Pagliacci 
                  for DG under Karajan. 
                    
                  Not blessed with the super voice of Bastianini and Merrill, 
                  he was far more expressive than either and challenges Gobbi 
                  in that respect. This Iago is a true evil character, and not 
                  through high-strung histrionics but through understatements 
                  and verbal acuity. The first act gives him few opportunities 
                  to excel in verbal nuances; his drinking song i suitably swaggering 
                  and malicious, but it is in the second act that he really takes 
                  command. The opening scene where he injects his poison in the 
                  innocent Cassio and then expresses his diabolic credo with chilling 
                  malevolence is masterly, one can see his contorted face and 
                  his glistering eyes and his laughter sends shivers down the 
                  spine. Even more masterly is his way of trapping Otello, step 
                  by step getting him under his spell and then delivering Era 
                  la notte close to the ear of Otello, confident, insinuating 
                  with honeyed tone. This is story telling of the highest order. 
                  
                    
                  I knew nothing about the Otello, but looked him up and found 
                  that Carlos M. Guichandut was Argentinean, born in 1914 and 
                  started out as a baritone but later, when he came to Italy after 
                  the war, he took on tenor roles. He sang his first Otello in 
                  1954 and it quickly became one of his signature roles. He has 
                  fairly little of the baritonal timbre that characterizes many 
                  Otellos. His is a rather bright tone, a little Martinelli like 
                  but not with the metallic intensity of his predecessor. He is 
                  steady, he can scale down his not super-big instrument and he 
                  has the stamina to carry through the evening without tiring, 
                  without losing the brilliance. At times his singing approaches 
                  shouting - at the end of act II he is very near his limits - 
                  but he never goes over the top. In the lower reaches of the 
                  voice the tone is on the dry side, but the top is unaffected. 
                  Niun mi tema is sensitive and noble. Here he has freed 
                  himself from the influence of Iago and realizes that he has 
                  reached the final page of his life. 
                    
                  Cesy Broggini, singing Desdemona, was another unknown capacity 
                  and initially I found her rather anonymous, singing well but 
                  not more than that. She comes more on her own in the second 
                  act, showing more soul, and in the third act, when her despair 
                  comes really to the fore, she is deeply moving. Here she becomes 
                  a real character, which is even more obvious in the last act, 
                  where we peer straight into her tormented soul in the willow 
                  song. 
                    
                  I approached the recording with some trepidation, suspecting 
                  that Taddei’s Iago would be the only redeeming factor 
                  but ended up being completely engrossed in the drama, the tenor 
                  and soprano, previously not even names to me, leaping out of 
                  the loudspeakers as two individuals of flesh and blood, making 
                  this a recording to return to. I won’t give away the Panizza 
                  set (Met, live 1939) or the Toscanini, nor the two Karajan sets 
                  (Decca and EMI), Solti’s first (also Decca) with a marvellous 
                  Desdemona in Margaret Price, will also stay in the collection, 
                  where Levine (RCA) with Domingo’s first Otello and Alain 
                  Lombard with Giacomini and again Price are mainstays and then 
                  there is Chung’s 1994 recording (DG) with Domingo’s 
                  third studio production. In other words, there is no lack of 
                  good Otellos and I could also add a DVD from Verona with 
                  Atlantov, Kiri Te Kanawa and Cappuccilli. If you are new to 
                  this opera you could choose any of these - possibly bar Panizza 
                  and Toscanini which are sonically not quite up to the mark - 
                  and feel satisfied. When you want to explore alternatives this 
                  Capuana set is more than worth its modest price. One really 
                  can’t have two many versions of Otello to choose 
                  from! 
                    
                  As usual Cetra’s original cover art has been retained, 
                  lending period flavour to the issue. The score is recorded complete 
                  - the only omission being the ballet music in act III, a loss 
                  I can live with. 
                    
                  Göran Forsling