It is surprising that 
                Donizetti’s one-act farce "Il Campanello" 
                is not better-known for it is really 
                very funny indeed. In tandem with Rossini’s 
                "Il Signor Bruschino" it should 
                ensure a delightful evening. It is also 
                an opera which would have pleased Hans 
                von Bülow, the erstwhile conductor 
                of the Berlin Philharmonic who quipped 
                that a tenor was "not a voice but 
                a disease", since there is not 
                a tenor in sight. Perhaps this is the 
                reason for its failure with the public, 
                as neither the music nor the libretto 
                would seem to be to blame. So many of 
                these comic operas do not really seem 
                to be so funny at all but this one surely 
                is, at least with two old hands like 
                Bruscantini and Capecchi to act it out. 
              
 
              
Old hands? Well now, 
                those of us who started their opera-going 
                in the early 1970s had vaguely assumed 
                that these two gentleman were born at 
                the age of about fifty and had swallowed 
                some sort of elixir which kept them 
                like that eternally, for both remained 
                with us until remarkably recently. Joking 
                apart, here is a chance to hear them 
                at the beginning of their careers, Bruscantini 
                showing, at the age of 30, a lighter 
                voice than he was to develop later but 
                plenty of character. Capecchi, then 
                a mere stripling of 23, has the most 
                rewarding part, with no fewer than three 
                comic disguises to act out; suffice 
                to say he’s hilarious. 
              
 
              
Of the other singers 
                Miti Truccato Pace, a Cetra stalwart 
                who sounded jaded by the mid-fifties, 
                is in fresh-sounding voice and makes 
                the most of a part which unfortunately 
                contains no aria for her. Angelo Mercuriali 
                is good in the minor role of Spiridione. 
              
 
              
As for Clara Scarangella 
                in the role of the bride, the excellent 
                accompanying essay admits she has a 
                "very high-pitched, shrill little 
                voice"; the truth is worse still. 
                Only her extreme high notes are at all 
                pleasing – and she has just a few of 
                these towards the end. However, in terms 
                of characterisation she knows her business. 
              
 
              
Donizetti’s score, 
                as well as providing a vehicle for the 
                two bass-baritones, has plenty of melodic 
                sparkle of its own and the somewhat 
                underestimated Alfredo Simonetto paces 
                it ideally. The recording catches the 
                voices well enough; there is some distortion 
                in the choral moments and the orchestra 
                is pretty one-dimensional, but this 
                55-year-old document can still provide 
                a lot of pleasure as well as a peep 
                at two of Italy’s major post-war bass-baritones 
                at the beginning of their careers. As 
                is the practice with this series, we 
                have a very full discussion of both 
                music and performance (unacknowledged 
                but well translated by Nigel Jamieson) 
                and a synopsis in English and Italian, 
                but the libretto is in Italian only. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell