Preiser’s tribute to 
                mezzo-soprano Blanche Thebom is a remarkably 
                effective one. Impeccably programmed, 
                Thebom’s strengths are very much to 
                the fore. Too often referred to as the 
                other weak link in the Furtwängler 
                Tristan - Suthaus being the other - 
                this disc goes a long way to redress 
                the issue. 
              
 
              
The role of Eboli in 
                Verdi’s Don Carlo seems custom-made 
                for Thebom’s strong voice. The first 
                thing to strike one, though, is the 
                excellent transfer including non-distracting 
                ambient hiss! Thebom makes for a seductive 
                Eboli, her superb technique making the 
                neighbour-note decorations sound so 
                easy yet so meaningful. The emotive, 
                dark-toned ‘O don fatale’ stands in 
                stark contrast, Thebom’s rock-solid 
                lower register steely-string and resolute, 
                yielding at the words ‘O mio regina’. 
                They just don’t make them like this 
                any more … 
              
 
              
Intensity is once more 
                the watchword in the Gioconda 
                excerpt. This track also exemplifies 
                the level of orchestral detail that 
                is in evidence in these transfers – 
                this the first of a sequence of five 
                from RCA Victor. But the Giaconda 
                cannot prepare the listener for they 
                viscerally nocturnal ‘Einsam wachend’ 
                (Tristan). Thebom’s 
                career with the Met in New York began 
                with Brangaene. She is absolutely hypnotic 
                here, her tone of the utmost creaminess. 
                In contrast, ‘Weiche, Wotan Weiche!’ 
                (Rheingold) has Thebom as an Erda that 
                defies anyone to defy her ... even head-God 
                Wotan. This is commanding in the extreme, 
                and mightily impressive. 
              
 
              
Speaking of Wotan, 
                ‘So ist es denn aus mit den ewigen Göttern’ 
                is Fricka’s explosion of fury against 
                him from Act 2 of Walküre. 
                Thebom’s diction is amazing, and one 
                really does feel that the culmination 
                of the first part (‘Die Betrogne lass 
                auch zertreten!’; ‘Trample on the wife 
                you have cheated!’) is a real venting 
                of the spleen. At 2’39 the music cuts 
                to ‘Dort kommt eine kuhne Maid’ (of 
                course omitting Brünnhilde and 
                Wotan’s lines, then on to ‘Dein ew’gen 
                Gattin heilige Ehre’; ‘Your eternal 
                wife’s sacred honour …’), as proud a 
                declamation as one could wish to hear. 
              
 
              
Track 7 actually begins 
                at ‘Höre mit Sinn’ (Waltraute’s 
                Narration), rather than ‘Seit er von 
                dir geschieden’, as on the disc back 
                cover. This is Thebom in more hushed 
                mode, and she is no less gripping and 
                no less imposing. Braithwaite moves 
                the music along nicely without rushing. 
              
 
              
Götterdämmerung 
                and Samson et Dalila might seem 
                at a massive remove, but actually the 
                latter proves the perfect contrast to 
                the former without over-lightening the 
                atmosphere. Thebom’s high register is 
                glorious (within mezzo-piano). This 
                is Saint-Saëns at his most glowing. 
                Every time I hear this piece - and I 
                refer to the opera as a whole - I ask 
                myself why we don’t hear it more often. 
                Thebom’s ultra-tender ‘Mon coeur s’ouvre 
                à ta voix’ merely confirms this 
                impression. 
              
 
              
Boult conducting Mahler 
                is itself worthy of seeking out. To 
                have Thebom as soloist is surely spoiling 
                us. This 1950 recording, with ‘orchestra’, 
                unnamed, is notable for the abrupt juxtapositions 
                of the first song, ‘Wenn mein Schatz 
                Hochzeit macht’ - the fast opening woodwind 
                in real contrast to the vocal entry. 
                Then there are the sunny, outdoor nature 
                of the second and the simply magical 
                evocation of the ‘Lindenbaum’, that 
                archetypally Romantic symbol, in ‘Die 
                zwei blauen Augen von meinem Schatz. 
                Only in the third song (‘Ich hab’ ein 
                glühend Messer’) is there slight 
                disappointment. More drama is called 
                for here, surely, than Thebom and Boult 
                provide yet even here the sighing gestures 
                - ‘O Weh’ - are superbly done. 
              
 
              
Wolf’s genius rounds 
                off the disc in a selection of seven 
                lieder, where Thebom is expertly accompanied 
                by pianist William Hughes. Try his atmospheric 
                introduction to ‘Verschwiegene Liebe’, 
                for example. The first Lied, ‘Auf einer 
                Wanderung’, playful to begin with, then 
                shrouded in mystery causing Thebom almost 
                to have recourse to parlando. 
                Perhaps the most impressive is ‘Schlafendes 
                Jesukind’ with its dark, slow-moving 
                piano part and its true pianissimo (how 
                rare!) and the end. 
              
 
              
Well worth acquiring, 
                then. As I said, they just don’t make 
                ‘em like this any more. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke