In 1786 Mozart, hard at work on Le Nozze di Figaro, 
          took time off, without great enthusiasm, to write the music for a new 
          singspiel, Der Schauspieldirektor. The librettist was the same 
          who had provided the text for Die Entführung aus dem Serail, 
          Johann Gottlieb Stephanie the Younger, but this time the play was the 
          thing and Mozart’s music amounts to five pieces lasting, on their own, 
          little more than twenty minutes. Lack of enthusiasm for a project does 
          not seem to have acted as a block to Mozart’s inspiration – witness 
          the concertos for flute, an instrument he did not like – and these five 
          pieces, beginning with a well-worked out overture, have a good deal 
          more substance than the occasion strictly required. 
        
 
        
Attempts have been made in the past to provide a minimum 
          narration to set the numbers in context (well, actually, in the mid-nineteenth 
          century someone tried to work it up as a full-scale opera with Mozart 
          himself among the characters); I daresay most people will be happy to 
          have just the music. The performance is a good one and the first recording 
          on original instruments. Listeners who are wary of these can be assured 
          that the Boston Baroque are beyond praise as regards tuning, nor do 
          they indulge in the exaggeratedly segmented phrasing some other period 
          groups go in for. In short, the pleasingly natural timbres of the instruments 
          can be enjoyed without any distractions, as can Pearlman’s vital but 
          not hard-driven interpretation. 
        
 
        
The part for Madame Herz was intended for the same 
          singer as the Queen of the Night and calls for the same extended range. 
          Most of what Cyndia Sieden does is so splendidly confident as to raise 
          surprise – and the same comment applies to Sharon Baker too – when the 
          odd corner is awkwardly turned. Still, these moments are few, the small 
          male parts are well taken and in the last resort it is probably not 
          for this work that the disc will be bought. 
        
 
        
In 1998-9 the Boston Baroque hit the world headlines 
          with the first modern performance and recording of The Philosopher’s 
          Stone, a singspiel emanating from the circle of Emanuel Schikaneder 
          (the librettist of The Magic Flute) which was not unknown to 
          scholars, but for which evidence had recently come to light suggesting 
          that its anonymous composers included Mozart himself. No such evidence 
          – "no smoking gun" as Pearlman’s readable notes put it – has 
          been found regarding The Beneficent Dervish, but evidence has 
          been found that it was performed in March 1791, just before the composition 
          of The Magic Flute, rather than a couple of years after Mozart’s 
          death as had been previously believed. This obviously increases our 
          curiosity, making us want to check it out for possible influences on 
          Mozart’s masterpiece. And of course, one never knows … 
        
 
        
Oh, but surely one does. Immortal, sublime Mozart! 
          How could we be for a moment in doubt? Or could we? All those wonderful 
          pieces that people listen to with tears in their eyes, swooning at their 
          spirituality, are you going to tell me that the same people would yawn 
          their way through the very same pieces if you told them the composer 
          was Salieri or his ilk? Or if you played them Salieri but fobbed it 
          off as Mozart, the waterworks would be turned on again? Or can we not 
          recognise the composer in some more objective way? For example, we are 
          told that cows produce more milk when they listen to Bach, so presumably 
          pieces of questionable authenticity could be put to the milk-yield test 
          (has anyone tried, though?) … 
        
 
        
Well, joking apart, premonitions of The Magic Flute 
          mostly centre around a slightly Sarastro-like figure. To my ears, while 
          a lot of the music is in the lingua franca of Mozart’s Vienna 
          and does sound as if it could have been by him (but not by late 
          Mozart, surely?) there are also fairly frequent turns of phrase which 
          are distinctly un-Mozartian. All the same, and bearing in mind that 
          there is far less music in this singspiel than in The Magic Flute, 
          and also a much less serious subject, the music is usually a good deal 
          more than merely workmanlike and is well worth hearing. I was particularly 
          struck by the use of the piano in the orchestra in the second act, especially 
          in the Slave Women’s chorus. Did Beethoven know this and get some ideas 
          for his Choral Fantasy? 
        
 
        
Again, the performance is mostly excellent. Alan Ewing’s 
          voice is not quite rich enough in its lower notes for the Dervish (this 
          would have been a part for Gottlob Frick, or even Boris Christoff) but 
          his singing as such is good and everyone else is fine. 
        
 
        
The notes are in English and German, as is the libretto; 
          the translator had a lot of fun with the chorus "Vino pani". 
          "First-rate grubbo" for "Prima vesi" and "Muckymuck 
          you" for "Farscha tu" surely leave the originals standing. 
        
 
        
The Impresario is well worth knowing and the 
          Dervish is quite interesting enough to strengthen, rather than 
          the reverse, the claims of the present version to be the preferred one. 
        
 
        
        
Christopher Howell