These "Cartoon" tragic-comic operas in one 
          act, as the composer has them, are appropriately scored for limited 
          instrumental forces such as those of Stravinsky’s The Soldier’s 
          Tale, but draw several spoken parts, a narrator and a chamber 
          chorus into the bargain. As befits their subtitle, the story told in 
          these chamber operas is generally quite simple, at times verging on 
          caricature and "Western" clichés. 
        
 Hangman, Hangman! Tells the story of 
          Johnny whom the Sheriff and the townspeople want to hang for having 
          stolen a horse. Johnny keeps delaying his hanging by calling on his 
          mother, his father and his sweetheart. Unsuccessfully. His mother has 
          no money and has just come to see him executed. His father has no money 
          either and has just come for the hanging. The sweetheart has no money 
          but she sings of her love for Johnny. Her song moves a quite improbable 
          Deus ex machina, an Irishman who has bought the town and the 
          adjoining land. He pays for Johnny’s ransom and decides to make him 
          his deputy. The townspeople acclaim Johnny. 
        
 The Town of Greed: the same characters 
          some twenty years later. Johnny has become a successful businessman 
          selling anything to anybody: arms, petrol, uranium, etc. The libretto 
          expresses some ironic and sarcastic criticism of the present-day business 
          world and of the way businesses may be run. Johnny’s father, mother 
          and sweetheart are regularly sent abroad to negotiate many profitable 
          contracts. All is well; but, as time goes by, problems arise: wells 
          are empty, the factories are closed, and the townspeople blame Johnny 
          for their difficulties. Another Deus ex machina (this time, a 
          Wall Street banker) orders Johnny to be hung. Johnny tries to delay 
          the execution but is shot dead by the Wall Street banker. The townspeople, 
          however, decide to cryogenise Johnny’s body and brain so that they may 
          be "re-activated" later if needed. 
        
 
        
The librettos of these chamber operas are deliberately 
          full of clichés and of pastiche or parody, though that of The 
          Town of Greed has an added social dimension. The problem thus 
          is to find some convincing way of setting them to music. Many possibilities 
          exist: either the music keeps "mickeying" the words or it 
          may attempt at something else, e.g. underplaying the clichés 
          by being utterly serious. While listening to these works, I kept thinking 
          of Francis Poulenc who once wrote about the way his Bal Masqué 
          should be ideally sung. The humour is in the words and the music should 
          be sung in all earnestness. No need for grimace on the singer’s part. 
          Indeed, musical comedy is probably quite difficult to achieve successfully, 
          i.e. in satisfying terms, i.e. both musically and dramatically. I must 
          say that I approached this release with much trepidation, but was finally 
          somewhat disappointed by what I heard. As in many 20th Century 
          operas, I find that too many fine opportunities are lost. There are 
          almost no arias although the librettos provided many such opportunities. 
          Johnny’s sweetheart is the only character to be allowed some sort of 
          aria in each opera: In Hangman when she sings of her love 
          for Johnny and in The Town of Greed when she sings of 
          her sadness at being childless. The ever busy instrumental ensemble 
          does not help either in creating some sort of atmosphere. A pity because 
          many fine things could have been made of these simple, but well written 
          librettos. I think that the main problem lies in the way they have been 
          set, for the performances are vividly sung and played, and everyone 
          concerned seems to enjoy his- or herself enormously. 
        
 
        
NAXOS have already released several CDs of Balada’s 
          orchestral music which, I confess, I have not heard; but I will live 
          in faith till I have been able to hear more of his music. 
        
 
         
        
Hubert Culot