Oh dear. Why is it 
                that opera stars feel the need to do 
                this sort of thing? It may be pressure 
                from the record companies, but I can’t 
                imagine an artist as phenomenally successful 
                as Terfel has been for DG, needing to 
                bow to such pressure. That leaves the 
                possibility that he actually wanted 
                to do something like this. We know how 
                Terfel likes to be thought of as everybody’s 
                mate, the lad from the valleys made 
                good, but whom you could still have 
                a pint and a singsong with. Well, that 
                may or may not be true, but musically 
                a large part of this disc just doesn’t 
                work. 
              
 
              
Of course, the sort 
                of public this is squarely aimed at 
                will not question the things that bother 
                me. But when I compare it to the lighter 
                albums he’s done in the past, where 
                great show songs were treated with the 
                respect they deserved, most of the stuff 
                on here seems all wrong. Too many of 
                the small items, particularly the traditional 
                and folksongs, are given the Hollywood 
                treatment by producer Chris Hazell. 
                You know the sort of thing – a rich 
                sheen of sumptuous string tone, heavenly 
                choirs, any opportunity for pan pipes 
                – that simply overwhelm the material. 
                This is not Terfel’s fault; his musicality 
                would shine through whatever, and I 
                reckon he would ultimately prefer simple, 
                straightforward accompaniments that 
                would suit the music far better. In 
                other places we get the nightmare mix 
                of the Hollywood arrangement and the 
                voice plainly not suiting the song, 
                as in the embarrassing Titanic tune 
                (here given extra gravitas by being 
                called Il Mio Cuore Va), or the 
                chirpy Howard Goodall hymn from The 
                Vicar of Dibley. Honestly, I’m not 
                being a sourpuss to say that this grand, 
                overblown approach does nothing for 
                this sort of material, even something 
                as slight as those mentioned. 
              
 
              
Terfel’s trademark 
                attention to diction, as well as his 
                (sometimes over-used?) whispered pianissimos, 
                does pay dividends in some numbers. 
                But a superb little gem like Tchaikovsky’s 
                None But the Lonely Heart does 
                not need anything more than a piano 
                and an intelligent singer to work, and 
                Terfel’s admirably unforced rendition 
                is swamped by the ridiculous cushion 
                of sound around it. 
              
 
              
Predictably, the couple 
                of ‘straight’ opera items work best, 
                at least for me. Terfel makes a swaggering, 
                commanding toreador to open the disc, 
                and I enjoyed the Pearl Fishers 
                duet far more than I expected. I am 
                no fan of the tremulously light, pop-orientated 
                tenor of Andrea Bocelli, but his tone 
                actually suits the Gallic lyricism of 
                this aria, and the two voices blend 
                mellifluously together. The orchestra 
                and conductor (the admirable Barry Wordsworth) 
                also seem more inspired here, playing 
                original stuff in its original guise. 
              
 
              
As I’ve already said, 
                those to whom this disc will appeal 
                will not be put off by what I’ve written 
                (if they even bother to read it). So-called 
                ‘crossover’ albums are here to stay, 
                and it seems everyone has to have a 
                go. The booklet note has a short (and 
                not very successful) stab at justifying 
                the integrity of the disc, but at least 
                DG give us full texts (as embarrassing 
                as the arrangements, in some cases). 
                One for Granny’s birthday present, I 
                think. 
              
Tony Haywood