Nazzareno de Angelis’s 
                reputation essentially rests on one 
                role: the titular hero of the present 
                opera. De Angelis (1881-1962) sang Mefistofele 
                over 500 times across a career that 
                lasted upwards of 35 years. His other 
                major role was Rossini’s Mosè, 
                an excerpt of which appears in the appendix 
                to the present set, but this Mefistofele 
                is his only complete opera recording. 
                De Angelis’s reputation remains huge, 
                and one should be grateful to Naxos 
                for enabling us to remind ourselves 
                why, and cheaply. Much care has gone 
                into this production, from Ward Marston’s 
                excellent work on the sound to Malcolm 
                Walker’s knowledgeable notes. 
              
 
              
De Angelis had a big 
                voice (with ‘big’ in capitals, really), 
                one that fitted Boito’s ‘hero’ perfectly. 
                He first sang the role of Mefistofele 
                on October 10th, 1919 at 
                the Teatro Costanzi in Rome. Apparently 
                the audience cheered for nearly an hour 
                and the scene was set … 
              
 
              
Part of his success 
                in assuming this role is that the range 
                seems to fit his voice so well; part 
                is also the rich bass, so flexible (and 
                so good at pitched, ‘Mephistophelian’ 
                laughter). It is easy to imagine de 
                Angelis projecting right to the very 
                corners of the largest opera houses, 
                so vibrant and resonant is his instrument. 
                His repertoire also included Wotan, 
                King Marke, Gurnemanz and Hagen. After 
                hearing this set, that Wagnerian roster 
                comes as no surprise. 
              
 
              
One of the most popular 
                excerpts from Mefistofele is ‘Ave Signor’, 
                from the Prologue. The almost Berliozian 
                lightness of the orchestra acts in contrast 
                to de Angelis’s entrance, which can 
                only be described as huge. This is imposing 
                singing and vocal acting and delivers 
                the climactic point of the ‘Prologue’. 
                But for sheer power, try the darkly 
                commanding passages around the ‘Death 
                of Faust’ (Epilogue). The other oft-excerpted 
                section is the ‘Ballad of the World 
                (‘Ecco il mondo’, end Act 2). De Angelis, 
                predictably, provides stupendous singing 
                … absolutely magisterial. Not only does 
                the devil have all the best tunes, he 
                has all the best opportunities and, 
                obviously, the best interpreters. De 
                Angelis’s final held note is wonderfully 
                self-indulgent. 
              
 
              
Molajoli prepares the 
                ground excellently. The brass-laden 
                opening to the opera is not only dramatic 
                but also glowing with grandeur in this 
                recording. Despite some (understandable) 
                lack of depth to the recording, orchestral 
                detail comes through well. Perhaps the 
                indistinct chorus of the Prologue is 
                not inappropriate anyway (the angels 
                are supposed to be heard through clouds 
                and mist). But the chorus is little 
                short of magnificent at the start of 
                Act 1 (‘Easter Monday’). This is virtuoso, 
                jubilant singing. There is no doubting 
                the electric atmosphere (even if the 
                recording does get congested at high 
                levels). 
              
 
              
Mafalda Favero (1903-1981), 
                who takes the part of Margherita, was 
                at La Scala from 1928-43. She also took 
                the roles of Liù, Norina and 
                Zerlina at Covent Garden, 1937-39. It 
                is certainly easy to imagine her as 
                Zerlina (Don Giovanni) or Norina 
                (Don Pasquale). Favero is rather 
                tremulous to begin with (Act 2 Scene 
                1). Act 3 (The Death of Margherita) 
                is her big chance, and she warms, from 
                rather nervous beginnings, towards a 
                tender duet with Faust. She is remarkably 
                touching as she prepares for her own 
                death at the end of this act. Her Faust 
                is Antonio Melandri, who debuted at 
                La Scala in 1946 (as Calaf) and who 
                enjoyed an international career. In 
                Act 3 he seems less convincing than 
                his Margherita (his repetition of ‘Pace’ 
                does not ring true, especially on direct 
                comparison to Favero’s replies). He 
                supplies typical Italian tenor fodder 
                in Act 1 Scene 2, nicely sung but little 
                more. In this scene Faust and Mefistofele 
                appear together – perhaps in less august 
                company Melandri would come off better. 
              
 
              
All of the smaller 
                parts are well taken. The duet between 
                Elena and Pantalis (Giannina Arangi-Lombardi 
                and Rita Monticone) in Act 4 is really 
                lovely. Here, as elsewhere, Molajoli 
                inspires his instrumentalists to express 
                real feeling. He has the gift of making 
                his tempi seem just right and of moulding 
                his phrases with the utmost care. 
              
 
              
The Naxos synopsis 
                is incomplete. There is no précis 
                of the ‘hymn to love’ at the end of 
                Act 4 (track 10 is omitted entirely); 
                a shame, as other elements of presentation 
                are fine. Perhaps this was a review-copy 
                quirk? 
              
 
              
The de Angelis fillers 
                are, as often with this company, generous 
                and fascinating. The Barber excerpt, 
                a blustery ‘La calunnia’ emerges almost 
                preternaturally clear for its 1927 origins, 
                and that goes for orchestra as well 
                as voice. Next some more Rossini, but 
                not nearly so well known. As mentioned 
                above, Mosè was an important 
                opera for de Angelis, and again one 
                can hear why. He is astonishingly tender 
                in half-voice. This is a really beautiful 
                piece (there is also a wonderful trill 
                at the end. One can actually hear the 
                alternation of two separate notes, quite 
                a rarity for a vocal trill!). 
              
 
              
Two Nabucco 
                excerpts add some Verdi to the proceedings. 
                The lovely legato line of ‘Sperate o 
                figli’ is unfortunately offset by an 
                orchestra whose ensemble is suspect. 
                ‘Tu sul labbro dei veggenti’ has many 
                lovely moments during the course of 
                its sadness, but does uncharacteristically 
                give the impression of meandering somewhat. 
                Which is a criticism that could never, 
                ever be levelled at King Philip’s aria 
                from Don Carlo, ‘Ella giammai 
                m’amò’. The solo cello (excellent) 
                prepares the way, but it cannot compete 
                in expressiveness with de Angelis. De 
                Angelis does not dwell on the King’s 
                misery, and it becomes powerfully expressive 
                as a result: no degeneration into mere 
                surface self-pity here, instead an exposition 
                of Philip’s tormented mind. The dynamism 
                near the end is entirely in keeping 
                with the interpretation. 
              
 
              
This is an unforgettable 
                set which acts on the one hand as a 
                monument to a great singer, and on the 
                other a reminder of how involving and 
                expert Boito’s one masterpiece really 
                is. 
              
Colin Clarke