Why should a vocal ensemble be named after 
                  a green vegetable? This and other questions occupied me as I 
                  began to listen to this CD. Perhaps all the singers in the group 
                  are vegans; vocalists are after all famed for their pure and 
                  unsullied life-style. 
                
I visited their web-site for enlightenment, 
                  but none did I find. 
                
Suffice it to say that, putting such vexations 
                  on one side, this particular mixed salad gives great pleasure, 
                  dressed or otherwise. The breadth of repertoire tackled here 
                  is stunning; Janequin and de Flecha from the 15th 
                  century are found side-by-side with Sondheim and whipper-snappers 
                  like Roderick Williams. This, and the fact that I Fagiolini 
                  perform the various styles so confidently, makes this disc most 
                  rewarding and entertaining. 
                
 
                
There is plenty of humour, too, in particular 
                  in the outrageous Hey Trolly Loly lo, complete with appalling 
                  Mummerset accents, and in the blacker comedy of Britten’s A 
                  Death from Sacred and Profane, one of his last works. 
                  Along the way, we have the vivid word-painting of Janequin’s 
                  hunt, the languorous dissonances of Infantas’ Pentecost motet 
                  Loquebantur variis linguis, and the ravishing sensuality 
                  of Debussy’s Orléans setting. 
                
 
                
The two contemporary settings, one by Roderick 
                  Williams, the other by William Brooks, are both well worth hearing. 
                  The Williams contains many amusing descriptive touches, while 
                  Brooks goes for vocal pyrotechnics plus stylistic parody, touching 
                  on Gospel and various varieties of close harmony singing – huge 
                  fun, and followed by some unironic close harmony in a 
                  simply gorgeous version of Sondheim’s Losing my Mind. 
                
 
                
This kind of free-ranging repertoire obviously 
                  brings to mind such pioneering groups as the Kings Singers and 
                  Swingle II; comparisons are odious, but suffice it to say that 
                  I Fagiolini can live comfortably with that sort of competition. 
                  In any case, the sweetness of the women’s voices provide them 
                  with something that the Kings Singers could never have, and 
                  it’s arguable that the quality of the individual voices is higher 
                  than those of Swingle II even in its heyday. There is no untoward 
                  use of close-up in the recording here; the voices sound as natural 
                  as possible, allowing the fine internal balance of the group 
                  to come across. 
                
 
                
In truth, this is a superb issue, which will 
                  satisfy a wide range of tastes; might it fall between several 
                  stools? I don’t know, but I don’t think so, and I certainly 
                  hope not, because everybody who loves top-notch ensemble singing 
                  will lap this up. And one other thing; I couldn’t sign off without 
                  mentioning the very beautiful solo singing of countertenor Robin 
                  Blaze in Sweeter than Roses, sensitively accompanied 
                  by Elizabeth Kenny - worth the money all on its own. 
                
                  Gwyn Parry-Jones