In pointing out the continual resemblances 
                  to Daphnis and Chloe (composed in 1912, just three years before 
                  Pierné finished work on the three acts of Cydalise), 
                  I fall into the trap of the sage who remarked to Brahms on the 
                  close similarity between his tune for the last movement of his 
                  first symphony and that of Beethoven’s last. Quite rightly, 
                  Brahms retorted: ‘Any fool can see that!’ For this I crave your 
                  indulgence: it does at least give you some idea of what to expect. 
                  Further, just as the symphonies are of comparable quality with 
                  each other, so are these ballets; and just as Brahms’s work 
                  was essentially his own, so is Pierné’s. The booklet 
                  doesn’t record whether Pierné actually conducted Daphnis 
                  in his first years as director of the Concerts Colonne (a post 
                  he held 1910-34) but I wouldn’t be a bit surprised. Franck, 
                  Massenet and Saint-Saëns are quoted as influences here, 
                  but the strongest stylistic correspondence (rather than influence) 
                  strikes me as being with Szymanowski, especially in the hushed 
                  opening for the choir – very King Roger. Once the horn and flute 
                  enter however, this pastoral landscape is unmistakably French. 
                
 
                
The mise-en-scène is a charming mishmash 
                  of archaic characters and settings with the overall character 
                  of a pastorale: nymphs, fauns, sultans and sultanas disporting 
                  themselves in the gardens of Versailles at some unspecified 
                  time. Our hero, Styrax, has a cheeky clarinet motif which proves 
                  ingeniously adaptable according to context, whether lovelorn, 
                  active or triumphant. But the further into the ballet you go, 
                  the more wonderful tunes there are sprinkled around. The climax 
                  of Act I’s dancing lesson settles with a bump into the a surging 
                  melody of which John Williams would be proud. Pierné, 
                  however, can afford to be profligate: we hear it, then again, 
                  developed to an exultant climax, then abandoned. No matter, 
                  there’s another just as luscious ten minutes later. Shallon 
                  opens up at these moments but he never lingers, and this seems 
                  all to the good. 
                
 
                
Pierné’s orchestra is a large one (including 
                  saxophone), exotically used. The ballet within a ballet in Act 
                  2 has a harpsichord tinkling away, normally a mock-Baroque device 
                  of some irritation to me, but it is redeemed and complemented 
                  by a light and witty orchestral accompaniment. 
                
 
                
First recordings have a tendency to sound definitive 
                  but the playing here is so rhythmically tight, tempos are so 
                  apt and orchestral sound is so French (no matter of its Luxembourgeois 
                  origin) that its first prize at MIDEM seems well-deserved. You 
                  need be no particular fan of obscure repertoire to enjoy this: 
                  and if you do, I suggest going in search of a bargain twofer 
                  on Ultima of the Piano Quintet and a biblical cantata, Les Enfants 
                  à Bethléem. Each of these has the same capacity 
                  to delight a receptive ear as Cydalise, despite the claim of 
                  the set on Timpani to house Pierné’s ‘chef d’oeuvre’. 
                
 
                
Peter Quantrill