I suppose there are
more unlikely places to be performing
and recording Lionel Monckton’s vivacious
Edwardiana – Venezuela, maybe or Istanbul
– but Estonia must rate pretty high
amongst them. That Tallinn boasts a
repertory company so attuned to Monckton
seems down largely to one man, conductor
and baritone Mart Sander, whose role
as impresario has paid off quite handsomely
in this release. Monckton has fared
poorly on disc over the last few decades
(though HMV had his music in their catalogues
before the First World War and Gertie
Millar was a well-known exponent on
disc) and highlights selections or orchestral
translations are the most many will
have heard of him. Cingalee and The
Quaker Girl are, in any case, less well
known than The Arcadians, which has
at least surfaced in abridged form on
disc before.
All three stage comedies
are presented as selections. Numbers
follow each other without spoken dialogue;
sometimes, Beechamesquely, Sander has
interpolated choruses or songs from
one Act to another. As with the bold
Bart’s Handelian reorganisation the
judgement is invariably astute and the
selections are unjoltingly cleverly
constructed. The Cingalee had a very
respectable run at Daly’s Theatre in
the West End but the Ceylonese tea planter’s
theme was not a big draw on Broadway
where it flopped. Messrs Gilbert and
Sullivan haunt the delightful song Pearl
of Sweet Ceylon and there’s
plenty of pep in the ensemble sextet
In the Island of Gay Ceylon. When
it comes to The Arcadians’
song My Motter Sander proves
a dab hand at Estonian Cockney and at
playing the lush and Mariliina von Uexküll
proves to have a fine, flexible voice
with operatic-soubrettish quality (good
coloratura as well) as she copes neatly
with her tongue-twisting song Pipes
of Pan – not easy to do even if
your first language is English. There
are plenty of opportunities for character
singing and acting here and the orchestra
has a good supportive opportunity in
Arcady is Ever Young. The Quaker
Girl was a hit in London and New York
in 1910 and 1911 – maybe the saving
grace American diplomat (with the improbable
name of Tony Chute) who sweeps the heroine
off to the New World had something to
do with it. There are moments of farce
(French milliners) and hymnal purity
in the village (the austere Quakers)
and also some more frolicsome music
for the less buttoned up villagers.
The principals and
band prove worthy ambassadors for this
music, much of which they have excavated
on disc for the first time. Not all
the singers’ English is idiomatic –
there’s a rather Germanic tenor and
the contralto sounds more Michigan than
Mayfair – but it’s all enjoyable, welcoming
stuff nevertheless. The libretti are
printed, helpfully, in different colours.
So next time you’re tempted to throw
a stag night in "Europe’s New Prague"
I recommend popping in to the Theatre
Bel-Etage instead. You might even find
Mort Sander there, twirling his cane.
Jonathan Woolf
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by Raymond
Walker