Cimarosa, I gather, composed more than 65 operas. He 
          was highly thought of in his day – his one opera to achieve a permanent 
          place in the repertoire, Il Matrimonio Segreto (1791), for instance, 
          enjoyed greater contemporary success than any of Mozart’s operas – but 
          a survival rate of one out of 65 does suggest that this success was 
          akin to the ephemeral fashions which characterise the world of pop, 
          where today’s star is tomorrow’s discard. In fact, he was to the opera 
          what Vivaldi had been to the concerto, in his case churning out two 
          operas a year with the same reliable mass-production technique as that 
          of his forebear in the concerto department. 
        
I truly believe that in the past decade Naxos has rendered 
          far greater service to classical music than any of the big guns (who 
          are now paying the price for their enslavement to the star system). 
          It has explored the highways and byways of neglected repertoire as well 
          as the mainstream classics in recordings that are never less than decent 
          – and often superb – at very modest prices. However, some of their projects 
          have struck me as being plain dotty, and this is surely one of them 
          (the thought of three or four more volumes to come is mind-boggling). 
          A collection of Cimarosa overtures might be of interest to a few musicologists 
          specialising in the eighteenth century, but for this middle-of-the-road 
          listener, when you’ve heard one overture, you’ve heard the lot. Any 
          one played on its own would make a pleasant starter for a programme 
          of eighteenth-century music, but listening to them one after another 
          is a wearisome experience – hardly surprising given that the first four 
          and no fewer than five of the others are in the key of D major (of the 
          three remaining, two are in B flat and one is in F). 
        
True, the music is bright, fluent and expertly crafted, 
          and the excellent Nicolaus Esterhazy Sinfonia plays with sparkling elegance 
          in recordings of spacious clarity, but this must be a disc of very limited 
          appeal. 
        
 
          Adrian Smith