What looks on paper 
                to be a well-filled new disc of two 
                early Britten favourites has one fatal 
                drawback. The main bill of fare, his 
                48-minute cantata St. Nicolas, 
                is sung in German. All those inspired 
                words by Eric Crozier, so imaginatively 
                and idiomatically set by Britten, go 
                for nothing when set in a foreign language. 
                I’ve obviously nothing against the Germans, 
                but I can’t possibly imagine anyone 
                being remotely interested in this performance 
                apart from the German-speaking audience 
                it was recorded live in front of, and 
                presumably intended for afterwards. 
                It is musically very satisfying, with 
                a well-characterised tenor lead from 
                Mark Tucker and superbly lively and 
                subtle conducting from Howard Griffiths. 
                He has long been resident in Zürich, 
                and his rapport with his excellent band 
                is felt from the start. The Zürich 
                Boys’ Choir sound so right in many passages, 
                and are only out of their depth in a 
                few passages, such as the low Fs in 
                ‘He journeys to Palestine’, where what 
                must be older boys are just not mature 
                enough. With so many excellent performances 
                available on disc (Bedford on Naxos, 
                Best on Hyperion, Pears and Britten 
                on Decca), the market for a German-language 
                version will be limited to German-speaking 
                areas, good as this is musically. 
              
 
              
Which leaves the 25-minute 
                Bridge Variations. Again, we 
                get superb results musically, with a 
                beautifully balanced ‘studio’ sound 
                from the Tonhalle. Griffiths’ track 
                record in English music is impeccable 
                (think of his Finzi on Naxos). The way 
                he gets his strings to trenchantly dig 
                into the introductory figure immediately 
                grabs the listener’s attention. Every 
                variation is subtly shaded and characterised, 
                whether it be the famous Aria Italiana 
                (the one that used to introduce Saturday 
                morning’s ‘Record Review’ in the John 
                Lade days) or the quicksilver Moto 
                Perpetuo. Make no mistake, this 
                is playing and conducting of great virtuosity 
                and vitality, and can easily live with 
                the best of the competition. But unless 
                you really want to fork out full price 
                for this one performance (again there 
                are many alternatives) and be saddled 
                with such a quirky main item (without 
                even an English translation) then this 
                disc has a very limited market. 
              
Tony Haywood