Although composed fifty years ago, about a rural society 
          which existed fifty years before that, all is clearly recognisable even 
          today. Lady Bountiful / Billows is alive and well and living in (deeply) 
          rural England. The excitable local mayor and portentous vicar (now with 
          a worthy Parish team) survive. The stolid local police superintendent 
          and the twittering village schoolmistress have gone to an urban environment 
          in the name of economy. Jack the Lad with his Moll and local children 
          flourish. Society has changed, but most of the characters, apparently 
          loved by librettist and composer for the gentleness of their mockery, 
          abound in village and market town. 
        
 
        
That we can share that affection for the characters 
          on this set is in no small measure thanks to a taut Hickox control of 
          some very fresh playing by the City of London Sinfonia. Although the 
          crisp bright sound may be thought ‘thin’ I think that it is entirely 
          appropriate as the sound of the rural scene. 
        
 
        
The Orchestra almost develops its own role as master 
          of ceremonies of the pastoral proceedings, particularly in some virtuoso 
          solo and duet instrumental parts. I enjoyed particularly the flute and 
          clarinet in the Interlude, painting the scene, before Albert’s decision 
          to rebel. 
        
 
        
Of course the problem with a rural society situation, 
          is that if everyone sang in appropriate accents, most of us would understand 
          very little. So instead of a Suffolk ‘burr’ everyone sings in good old 
          dependable BBC English – and there is nothing wrong with that, until 
          Lady Billows sounds like her housekeeper and sounds like her greengrocer. 
          That lack of aural distinction is but a small price to pay for clarity 
          of words. 
        
 
        
Without departing far from that, Roderick Williams 
          and Pamela Helen Stephen, as Sid and Nancy, catch almost perfectly the 
          characterisation of the butcher’s assistant and the baker’s daughter. 
          Here are the perfectly matched ‘plotters’. From his entry admonishing 
          the children to the finale of giving the wreath to Albert, Williams 
          never falters. There is an insouciance of sound which brings mischievous 
          Sid sharply into focus. 
        
 
        
He is matched note for note by Stephen. Hers is a more 
          complicated characterisation which comes off superbly: from hesitant 
          protagonist, through contrition, to indignant commentator on the village 
          elders’ prurience in the last scene. I enjoyed enormously their duet 
          (and trio with Albert) leading to "We’ll walk to the spinney…". 
          This was excellent complementary vocal balance supported by just the 
          right level of orchestral accompaniment. 
        
 
        
Of course before we meet Sid and Nancy, the ‘polite’ 
          society of Suffolk ‘set the scene’ for us in that splendid opening of 
          English self-importance. Plenty of puffed up balloons here for pricking 
          and with studied gently accuracy Eric Crozier (librettist) and Britten 
          miss not a target. 
        
 
        
Sally Burgess sings Florence, the all-knowing sergeant 
          major of a housekeeper. There is a warmth of ‘mezzo’ here which 
          she holds in check. She delivers her rejections of the nominees with 
          clarity but perhaps not quite sufficient scorn. 
        
 
        
Alan Opie’s round baritone as the vicar is the first 
          example of luxury casting. As you would expect there is a roundness 
          of superbly delivered and reasonably unintelligent compassion here. 
          He seems to float his notes of suggested nominees for Sally Burgess 
          to shoot down. His "Virtue, says Holy Writ…" is a highlight 
          with delightfully accentuated rounded vowels, tonal colour and dynamics. 
          His master of the coronation ceremony is carried off with just the same 
          apparent effortlessness. 
        
 
        
The superintendent is the deep bass of Stephen Richardson. 
          A judicious slowness of delivery enables him to display the deep filling 
          sound and maintain clarity of word. That does not disappear when he 
          speeds up his delivery to profess his preference for ‘a decent murder’. 
          The twittery teacher, Miss Wordsworth, sung by Rebecca Evans, is not 
          an easy role – much of it spent in the higher reaches of the tessitura, 
          making clarity of diction difficult. Unfortunately this is exacerbated 
          occasionally by a tendency to replace forte with shrill. This 
          is a pity because where piano applies there is a silkiness of 
          delivery. Another potentially self-indulgent casting is that of Robert 
          Tear as Mr Upfold, the self-important mayor. Tear’s recital of his administrative 
          achievements is delivered with excellent vocal pomposity and if his 
          participation in the Threnody is loud that is because that is the role. 
        
 
        
It is precisely that problem which I think besets Susan 
          Bullock. We learn from the curriculum vitae notes of the principal singers 
          in the accompanying booklet that "she is rapidly establishing herself 
          as Britain’s leading Wagnerian soprano". I refrain from comment 
          on that as a statement of achievement; but its importance here is voice 
          –type guidance. I would agree that there is a Wagnerian influence in 
          the role as it is usually sung. Perhaps one-day some one will say: let 
          us try the grand lady of imperiousness at piano rather than fortissimo. 
          Meanwhile, accepting that this is what Britten intended, Bullock’s account 
          is accurate if occasionally wayward in vowel pronunciation – now standard 
          English, now Professor Higgins vowels. I am sorry to say that I found 
          this Lady Billows unconvincing. The booklet refers to her as an elderly 
          autocrat. Sadly there was little autocracy here and as I said earlier 
          "sounds like Florence, sounds like Mum". At which point, and 
          at the other end of the social spectrum, consider Anne Collins as Mum 
          described merely as "possessive, narrow minded". There is 
          acidity in her character and even a touch of brutal domination. Again 
          none of that is readily apparent. The role is sung with total note accuracy 
          but too much refinement: in "twenty five quid" the word "quid" 
          jars, as a word that that voice would not use whereas plainly the greengrocer 
          would use it. 
        
 
        
All that leaves Albert and the children. The children 
          have a difficult small role: sounding very young but singing some difficult 
          sections, which are pulled off as well as anywhere. James Gilchrist 
          sings Albert. His is a lighter tenor which goes well with the role. 
          Consistencies of pronunciation and note accuracy are self evident in 
          this slightly ‘flattened out’ version of the role. I would have preferred 
          to hear a slightly greater accentuation of the dominated Albert in contrast 
          with the freed Albert with more exuberance in the breaking out. Early 
          on Gilchrist makes him sound as if he has made up his own mind to avoid 
          sin rather than having his mind made up for him. However after the trio 
          (with Nancy and Sid) he develops strongly in "He’s much too 
          busy…" with a superbly delivered hopeless resignation of "for 
          what". Gilchrist carries well the burden of Act II after the 
          Interlude with what sounds like total sobriety when a modicum of excitement 
          would have been helpful. 
        
 
        
The ensembles are outstanding. There is an excellent 
          balance of voices producing some quite delicious blends of sounds. I 
          would pick out that at the end of Act I as my personal favourite whilst 
          accepting that the Threnody runs it a very close second. 
        
 
        
The excellent accompanying booklet with its translations 
          reminds us of the International appeal of Britain’s favourite (?) opera 
          composer of the last century. I thought the use of the picture by John 
          Wimbush of A Vegetable Seller on a Street was an example of first 
          class presentation and packaging. 
        
 
        
In conclusion whilst having one or two less dramatic 
          moments this recording has some particular strengths and is a very welcome 
          addition to the Chandos library. 
        
 
        
Robert McKechnie