A preposterous plot, two ridiculed characters, 
                  boy finally weds girl, all live happily ever after and all in 
                  one act: plainly we have a farsa, a particular form of 
                  one act opera popular at the turn of the eighteenth / nineteenth 
                  centuries. This is the last such work that Rossini wrote (at 
                  19) and is one of the best of that art form. 
                
 
                
So why for all practical purposes did it disappear 
                  from view? To which the answer would appear to be that Tancredi 
                  was first performed within one month and L’Italiana in Algeri 
                  within six months. This does not pretend to be in the same league. 
                  The then evening’s entertainment would probably have been two 
                  works of this genre plus a ballet: which probably explains why 
                  there have been comparatively few productions over the last 
                  two centuries. 
                
 
                
This production makes up for that. It is direct, 
                  lively and abounds in expression. The thick vein of sentimentality 
                  running through the opera is explored to the full. The 'comic’ 
                  characters miss not a posture. It has its shortcomings but it 
                  is a rollicking performance without irritating audience noise, 
                  thumping feet on stage or even singers breathing. 
                
 
                
Now before I put some detail on those generalisations, 
                  I shall suggest to Pavane that they should give a prize to the 
                  listener who identifies the most phrases and musical effects 
                  which appear in later Rossini operas – this was only his ninth 
                  and all his ‘greats’ were still to come. 
                
 
                
The overture is the ‘bows struck on metal candle 
                  holders’ overture and the clattering repetition is taken as 
                  a call for breakneck speed. There is no time to pause to draw 
                  breath before we are headlong into sentimentality and Florville’s 
                  introduction and duettino with Mariana the maid. 
                
 
                
Kazimierz Myrlak as Florville does not have 
                  the most powerful voice and initially he seems distant from 
                  the microphone. Further the orchestra are too loud in several 
                  places, particularly early on, obscuring the voices of Myrlak 
                  and others. However, Myrlak gradually asserts himself and it 
                  is essential for him to do so when singing with Jan Wolanski 
                  (Bruschino senior) and Jerzy Mahler (Gaudenzio). 
                
 
                
These are our farsa characters and fortunately 
                  they have distinctive bass timbres. Wolanski carries all before 
                  him, even the ridiculous repetition of che caldo. In 
                  the trio with Florville and Gaudenzio he sounds like a prodded 
                  balloon which the others will soon puncture. Even in his deranged 
                  mode later when denying the identity of his purported son (Florville) 
                  he carries off the vocal leaping without hesitation. 
                
 
                
Indeed there is no hesitation: two sections 
                  of recitative are dramatically fast and are so good that unusually 
                  the unaccompanied letter reading by Gaudenzio is my first example, 
                  recited at a gallop with bags of expression and nothing missed. 
                  Indeed Mahler has a superbly deep brown voice in all the recitatives 
                  whether accompanied or not. Whilst he is not quite so comfortable 
                  with some of the coloratura, he portrays well Gaudenzio’s lack 
                  of comfort with himself: he seems to be the clown’s face with 
                  a strong suggestion of inner pathos. 
                
 
                
Dariusz Niemirowicz sings Filiberto the innkeeper 
                  with a clear timbred voice essential to another rapid-fire recitation 
                  and plot advancer. He manages to inject mischievous fun into 
                  his role without reducing the quality of his tone. My real regret 
                  is that there is not more of Halina Gorzynska who has the maid’s 
                  tiny role. She has a delightfully clear voice. 
                
 
                
Sofia is accorded a solo recitative and aria 
                  with a plangent cor anglais background. Alicja Slowakiewicz, 
                  with just a hint of shrillness at forte, delivers this with 
                  some excellent tonal variations. As my second example I have 
                  returned to a point partway through her duet with Florville 
                  at the beginning of the opera. It was tempting to take an example 
                  from her duet with Gaudenzio but that would overload the samples 
                  in his favour. However it does demonstrate what to me is one 
                  of the great strengths of this recording, namely that the combination 
                  of the singers produces a result greater than the sum of the 
                  parts. The duets and ensembles are almost all quite excellently 
                  performed. That leads me to my third sample taken from the end 
                  of the quartet of Bruschino’s discomfiture. The sample has Bruschino 
                  singing first. 
                
 
                
Unfortunately whilst there is an extremely 
                  detailed synopsis, which has the side effect of making the plot 
                  seem even dafter than it is, there is no translation of the 
                  libretto – which text you will certainly need if you are to 
                  follow some of the interchanges on this crisp CD. Of the opera 
                  I cannot improve upon Richard Osborne’s description: "a 
                  small treasure trove of comic devices" [R. Osborne, Rossini, 
                  The Dent Master Musicians Series, ed. S.Sadie (London: J.M.Dent, 
                  1963) p15]. Of the performance, there are imperfections but 
                  the treasure trove is laid before us very very entertainingly. 
                
                  Robert McKechnie