Britten’s The Rape of Lucretia was the first of his 
            operas to be recorded for the gramophone, shortly after its Glyndebourne 
            première in 1946 when it failed to repeat the overnight success 
            of Peter Grimes the previous year. At that time substantial 
            excerpts amounting to some two-thirds of the score were set down by 
            EMI on twenty sides of 78s, although Ernest Ansermet and Kathleen 
            Ferrier from the original first-night cast had to be replaced because 
            they were under exclusive contracts to Decca. Reginald Goodall and 
            Nancy Evans from the alternative cast did a respectable job on the 
            sections that were recorded, and the set was reissued on LP by Music 
            for Pleasure; it has subsequently reappeared on CD with an extra 78 
            side restored, and it remains of interest because it is the only currently 
            available recording which gives us the score as it was originally 
            written before Britten revised and cut it the following year. 
              
            After that Lucretia languished unrecorded until Britten himself 
            set it down in 1971, and that reading is one of the best of his series 
            of operas for Decca made during the period 1958-1972. It was also 
            the last of the operas he recorded before his ultimately fatal illness 
            supervened; and it enshrines a cast that is nearly perfect, headed 
            by Janet Baker in the title role. That recording, like the current 
            transcription assembled from two live concert performances from the 
            Aldeburgh Festival, was made in the perfect acoustic of the Snape 
            Maltings where the resonance of the sound lends a warmly romantic 
            glow to much of the music. I have not heard the later complete recording 
            on Chandos conducted by Richard Hickox, but I note that other reviewers 
            have complained that the drier and more analytical acoustic of that 
            recording does not present the score in the best light. Here full 
            advantage is taken of the opportunities to distance the voices - as 
            during the prologue to the Second Act - and the recording has been 
            assembled from two performances which presumably gave the chance to 
            correct any minor slips; not that I can detect any. Otherwise the 
            recorded sound now is slightly clearer than the Decca analogue recording 
            from fifty years ago, but remains very much on a par with the excellent 
            sound that the engineers achieved then. 
              
            In 1971 Britten had a pretty well ideal set of singers at his disposal, 
            only occasionally surpassed here. Where the new recording does fall 
            down, however, is in the lengthy opening scene - pruned by Britten 
            in his 1947 revision - between the three Roman generals, all lower 
            male voices. In 1971 Britten managed to achieve a considerable contrast 
            between the young, and at that time, rock-steady, voice of Benjamin 
            Luxon, the warmer and more sympathetic John Shirley-Quirk, and the 
            abrasive Bryan Drake. Although the singing in this new version is 
            equally fine, the contrast between the three voices is very much less 
            distinct, and this rather removes the element of dramatic contrast. 
            Without the score or text it is sometimes difficult to determine just 
            who is singing at any given point. 
              
            In the second scene where we move to the women’s voices, Angelika 
            Kirchschlager is a beautifully inflected heroine, but she lacks the 
            inimitable sense of loneliness and isolation that Janet Baker brought 
            to lines like “How quiet it is!” and “I was sure 
            I heard something”. On the other hand Hilary Summers is just 
            as characterful a Bianca as Elizabeth Bainbridge was in 1971, and 
            Susan Gritton floats Lucia’s quiet high lines with a sense of 
            beauty which surpasses the otherwise good Jenny Hill in 1971. The 
            folding of the linen is a real highlight of this recording, a definite 
            improvement on Britten’s own reading in its sense of timeless 
            suspension. 
              
            The other point where Britten’s recording is less than totally 
            ideal comes with the casting of the Male Chorus. In 1946 Peter Pears 
            was neatly incisive and rhythmically alert, but by 1971 his vibrato 
            had loosened considerably, and some of his high notes betrayed a sense 
            of strain although his response to the words was as careful as ever. 
            There are no such concerns here about Ian Bostridge, nimble in Tarquinius’s 
            ride and demonstrating a real and unexpected sense of power in 
            Go, Tarquinius! The only point at which I felt that Pears was 
            better came right at the end of the opera. After the Female Chorus’s 
            anguished protests “Is that all?” - where Susan Gritton 
            and Heather Harper are evenly matched for their engagement with the 
            vocal line and the beauty of their singing - the Male Chorus’s 
            response “It is not all” were floated by Pears 
            with a heartbreaking intensity of feeling, helped by Britten’s 
            slight slowing of the tempo, which is lacking here. 
              
            Although I have already observed on the lack of contrast between the 
            three baritone and bass voices, it must be noted that Benjamin Russell 
            in particular has a more sheerly attractive voice than Bryan Drake; 
            and that Peter Coleman-Wright as the priapic prince and Christopher 
            Purves as the sympathetic husband both do full justice to their roles 
            even if the latter lacks the bass gravitas of John Shirley-Quirk. 
            Knussen yields nothing whatsoever to Britten in his careful pacing 
            of the score, and the newer recording does enable us to hear details 
            that were muffled before. The orchestra, led by no less an artist 
            than Clio Gould, plays superlatively. 
              
            In other words, this is a tremendous recording for a new generation 
            of one of Britten’s most beautiful scores. Critics at the time 
            of the first performances complained about the wordiness of the original 
            libretto, but this hardly seems a problem now. Lines such as “The 
            oatmeal slippers of sleep” have a beautiful resonance which 
            some of Britten’s more workaday librettos such as Gloriana 
            conspicuously lack; it is not surprising that the text, drawn from 
            a French play by André Obey, also attracted such a different 
            composer as Respighi, whose posthumous Lucrezia makes a fascinating 
            contrast to Britten’s cooler and more objective setting. 
              
            The booklet contains a useful essay by Colin Matthews - reprinted 
            from the Aldeburgh Festival programme - which makes some pertinent 
            observations about Britten’s 1947 revisions to the score as 
            well as the complete text and synopsis. While regretting the disappearance 
            of Collatinus’s aria “Love is all desperation” from 
            the first scene (Lucretia quotes from it during the rape scene), it 
            is clear that Britten felt that his tightening up of the score was 
            an advantage, and given the small number of recordings of the score 
            it is obviously desirable that Britten’s preferred version should 
            be adhered to. In a similar vein, the restoration of the muster scene 
            in Billy Budd - cut by Britten in his revision - which has 
            been made in some recent recordings does not always work to the score’s 
            advantage. 
              
            In the end, however, Britten’s fifty-year-old recording still 
            reigns supreme as an interpretation of this beautiful work. Apart 
            from the superlative Janet Baker the rest of Britten’s cast 
            yields little or nothing to the singers here. There have been pirates 
            available of early performances with Kathleen Ferrier, but from what 
            I recall of these the recorded sound is pretty abysmal, and Baker 
            is even better than the young and at the time still relatively inexperienced 
            Ferrier in her response to the text. The Decca set also contains a 
            ‘filler’ - which none of the alternative versions do - 
            in the shape of the scena Phaedra which Britten wrote for Janet 
            Baker at about the same time. As a work it has not always found favour 
            with critics, but it complements an invaluable conspectus of the contribution 
            of Baker to the Britten discography. 
              
            Paul Corfield Godfrey  
            
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