This triple-decker 
                does what Guild does often; Wagner from 
                the Met. There could be a case for thinking 
                this, yet another slice, saturation 
                bombing but there is certainly a place 
                for well directed precision targeting. 
                If that makes this set a ‘smart bomb’ 
                release well so be it. That said the 
                usual suspects are here in roles not 
                exactly unfamiliar and in interpretations 
                that differ little from expected norms. 
                Thus we have Melchior and Traubel in 
                Tristan, and there are three appearances 
                by Kerstin Thorborg - always welcome 
                in my book. 
              
 
              
But there are points 
                to note. The Busch-led Lohengrin Act 
                I was thought not to have survived. 
                The introduction and commentary derive 
                from ABC transcriptions, the bulk from 
                a private recording. Beecham’s Tristan 
                Act II comes from a South American recording; 
                it’s not in great shape. The Szell Mastersinger 
                preserves the only intact Act, the Second, 
                and was recorded on acetates via the 
                ABC broadcast. Finally there’s the Beecham-Flagstad 
                Wesendonck Lieder, recorded on acetates 
                in 1952. 
              
 
              
It’s a lasting regret 
                that so few of Busch’s operatic performances 
                have survived. Acts II and III of Lohengrin 
                are apparently in poor shape but this 
                one, the first Act, sounds good. I infer 
                from Richard Caniell’s note about this 
                performance that his heart lies rather 
                more in Leinsdorf’s exciting vitesse 
                rather than with Busch’s Old World nobility; 
                he prefers a hawk to a swan, maybe. 
                Granted there was youthful drive in 
                Leinsdorf’s adrenalin-pumping stage 
                appearances at the Met but Busch clearly 
                has a more measured, long-term goal. 
                He has Torsten Ralf not Melchior but 
                it’s a suitable opportunity to salute 
                the former. His Nun sei bedankt 
                is ardent if controlled and proves eloquent 
                and powerful in Nun hört. 
                It’s Janssen however who makes the greatest 
                impression; his coiled tone, firmly 
                centred, immovable and powerful, shines 
                through Dank, König and 
                indeed he illuminates the Act with real 
                artistry. Busch unleashes the sinuous 
                oboe and other winds in Wer hier 
                generating a fine sense of orchestral 
                unease and a palpable sense of direction. 
                The first disc includes some small extracts 
                from a 1939 Act III presided over by 
                Seidler-Winkler with Lemnitz and Ralf 
                and a snippet from Stockholm in 1945 
                led by Leo Blech with the excellent 
                Ralf. The former receives a good transfer 
                and the live latter is in good sound. 
              
 
              
The Beecham has unfortunately 
                survived in poorer shape: recessed and 
                indistinct voices, a rumbling noise 
                (turntable rumble?) and acetate damage. 
                Still, we can listen through to Beecham’s 
                romantic helmsmanship. He colours and 
                tints the orchestral passages as adroitly 
                as Thorborg colours Doch deine Schmach. 
                His sheer buoyancy survives the 
                subfusc recording as does his expressive 
                power and the sheer generosity of his 
                conducting – and generosity in opera 
                was not a quality he was known to exhibit, 
                not to singers at least. Melchior’s 
                affection is likewise here – what a 
                shame there’s distortion in the scene 
                beginning So Stürben wir 
                and that Cordon is not an adequate replacement 
                for the mighty Kipnis; mind you listen 
                to Beecham’s largesse toward the bass 
                clarinet behind him in Die kein Himmel. 
                
              
 
              
We end this disc with 
                the Wesendonck Lieder, a performance 
                given with the RPO in 1952. There are 
                other extant performances by Flagstad 
                of course – notably the Knappertsbusch/Vienna 
                Philharmonic recording of 1957 and the 
                (original) piano accompanied 1948 recording 
                with Gerald Moore. The sonics on the 
                Beecham are somewhat compromised – you 
                can hear nothing like the miraculous 
                string choir separation one can on the 
                Kna – but otherwise quite reasonable. 
                Flagstad is in excellent voice and she 
                and Beecham take consistently fleeter 
                tempi than she was later to do in the 
                studio in Vienna. Beecham encourages 
                some swoony portamenti in Der Engel 
                and there’s real effulgence and radiance 
                in Stehe still – theirs is a 
                thoroughly convincing and notable collaboration. 
              
 
              
The Szell-Meistersinger 
                is also rather problematic. The sound 
                is compressed and distant and there 
                are some acetate breaks along the way. 
                Still Caniell has the mot juste 
                for Janssen and that word is wisdom. 
                There’s a wealth of nobility and sheer 
                beauty of tone in Was gibt’s – 
                breathtakingly good singing – and with 
                Szell’s horns backing him up he rightly 
                spins out the line. Steber has rather 
                a tight, quick vibrato but she conveys 
                a real onrush of feeling and an impetuous, 
                almost improvisatory dizziness. List, 
                well, it can’t be denied, is not in 
                quite the voice one recalls from other 
                broadcasts in this series or on disc. 
                The sense of rhythmic exactitude with 
                Szell is heard most particularly in 
                Könnt’s einem Wittwer and 
                in the way he clips through the broad 
                humour of Pechner’s Beckmesser. It’s 
                a shame there’s blasting in some choral 
                passages (the brawl, mainly) and there’s 
                also a screechy, untamed quality that 
                grates. But there are some perfectly 
                serviceable extracts from Act III Scene 
                IV included – about a quarter of an 
                hour’s worth and well worth the hearing, 
                showing Janssen yet again at the top 
                of his very, very considerable form. 
              
 
              
The booklet is again 
                a pleasure to look at; Guild admits 
                the sonic liabilities with candour. 
                There are no patches or interpolations, 
                which is how I prefer it. Maybe, yes, 
                this is a conductor-led purchase and 
                not everything is an easy listen but 
                Janssen, well, he’ll live with me for 
                a long time. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf