Overall praise rather 
                than detailed criticism seems in order 
                for this bargain basement Figaro, a 
                totally enjoyable experience even if 
                Bo Skovhus is perhaps the only "international" 
                name (his Count is already available 
                under Abbado with Cecilia Bartoli as 
                Cherubino). 
              
 
              
A common feature which 
                emerges reading the biographies of many 
                of the singers (Skovhus himself, Mescheriakova, 
                Judith Halász, Girolami, Breedt, 
                Sima, Monarcha, Roider) is that they 
                have appeared regularly with the Vienna 
                State Opera, so it seems we have here 
                basically an ensemble performance rather 
                than one assembled by the phone-book, 
                albeit transported to a "cheaper" 
                venue and with a "cheaper" 
                (but thoroughly excellent) orchestra. 
                This no doubt explains why we have a 
                real performance, with the singers responding 
                to each other and each fully aware of 
                their character’s particular role in 
                the story. Much care has been given 
                to the pacing of the recitatives and 
                all the singers give the Italian words 
                a wholly believable cadence (though 
                a slight touch of a non-Italian accent 
                is sometimes noticeable). The only exception 
                is Orsolya Sáfár in the 
                small part of Barbarina; her recitatives 
                are of the shopping-list variety, but 
                she sings her tiny aria well. The singers 
                are helped in all this by an alert and 
                inventive continuo-player. 
              
 
              
However, I do not wish 
                with the above to belittle the achievement 
                of Michael Halász, who extracts 
                lively phrasing from the orchestra, 
                sets convincing tempi throughout, balances 
                the ensembles watchfully, and above 
                all that sees that there is the right 
                feeling of a complex, however humorous, 
                human drama unfolding before us. 
              
 
              
I hope Skovhus’s well-deserved 
                reputation has not led me to listen 
                with lazy ears, but it seems to me he 
                is the outstanding member of the cast, 
                with a certain vocal charisma which 
                ensures that we hang onto his every 
                word. His response to the text is very 
                detailed, as befits a singer who also 
                specialises in lieder, and the singing 
                as such is always finely-toned. 
              
 
              
The others maybe evince 
                a smaller range of vocal colour, but 
                each has been carefully chosen, with 
                the right voice for the part – the four 
                principal ladies are well contrasted, 
                the Countess rich-toned, the Susanna 
                somewhat soubrettish (but not too much) 
                and the Marcellina sounds as if she 
                actually could be the mother of Girolami’s 
                rather young-sounding Figaro. This being 
                a complete performance, she gets her 
                aria, technically the most demanding 
                in the entire opera, and brings it off 
                very well. Many a Cherubino, however 
                entrancing, sounds essentially feminine; 
                Breedt’s husky tones could just about 
                convince you this is really a young 
                lad, and she makes the character rather 
                more serious, almost sullen, than usual. 
              
 
              
As the one Italian 
                member of the cast, Girolami makes the 
                most of his words; you may find him 
                lighter-voiced than many Figaros, but 
                in reality he should be a young man 
                and he certainly makes a believable 
                character, expressing finely his indignation 
                and rage at the Count’s blithe assumption 
                that his noble birth will allow him 
                to do what he likes with Susanna. This 
                performance reminds us that there is 
                much criticism of social conventions 
                to be found under the opera buffa 
                surface of this work. 
              
 
              
Roider offers a satisfyingly 
                toady Basilio, but when his aria comes 
                he leaves aside the caricature and sings 
                well. He has a very light, reedy tenor 
                which, apart from some Mozartian roles, 
                would probably be most suited to operetta. 
                The Bartolo is a splendid "basso 
                comico". 
              
 
              
The recording is very 
                fine and clear. I suppose I should point 
                out that the odd lapse in ensemble suggests 
                that studio time may not have been generous, 
                but perhaps the conductor preferred 
                to record a real performance anyway. 
                This is an unassailable bargain, and 
                I wonder how many of the more expensive 
                alternatives are really worth the extra 
                money. As usual with Naxos’s opera issues, 
                we get no libretto but this is partly 
                compensated with a quite detailed synopsis. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell