George Bernard Shaw 
                  got there some time before me in summing up exactly my own feelings 
                  about Boito as a composer, and about Mefistofele in particular: 
                  it’s an example what can be achieved “in the operatic field 
                  by an excellent man of letters without actual musical talent 
                  but with ten times more taste and education than a musician 
                  of just ordinary extraordinariness”. Alright – perhaps ignore 
                  the last bit as a typical bit of GBS overstatement, but you 
                  get the picture. Boito’s chief weaknesses as an opera composer 
                  are some loose handling of the plot and an inability to develop 
                  his musical material, which alas shows itself in both the voices 
                  and orchestra. Verdi himself commented that he missed “spontaneity 
                  and melody” in the work – two factors that were never found 
                  lacking in his own works.
                All this notwithstanding, 
                  there is a place for Mefistofele and perhaps enough reason 
                  to hear it occasionally. But does this recording adequately 
                  stand up to the task? I don’t think so – and there are several 
                  reasons for this.
                From the opening 
                  Largo there is a sense of a rather cavernous acoustic plaguing 
                  proceedings – distant trumpets and adequately caught strings 
                  fight against raging thunder effects that seem places not a 
                  foot away from the left channel microphone. Consequently, you 
                  are left juggling the volume between what makes listening sufficiently 
                  audible and comfortable. Things are exacerbated with the entry 
                  of the chorus. This surely must be a live or ‘as live’ performance 
                  – although there is no applause or audience interruption to 
                  give the fact away: the choral ending to the prologue sounds 
                  so rough, pushed and ill-focused that I can’t imagine any producer 
                  anywhere sanctioning it for commercial release.
                The soloists also 
                  immediately announce that this is far from an Italian cast at 
                  work. I’ve heard worse Italian pronunciation – but more often 
                  than not the singers suffer from one minute being close to and 
                  then away from the microphones – so the text lapses towards 
                  indistinctness. Of course the opera is a relative rarity in 
                  that it is built around a star bass (or bass-baritone) in the 
                  title role. Nicola Ghiuselev undoubtedly fulfilled the star 
                  bass criterion, having both the presence and the vocal ability 
                  to bring the role easily within his grasp – but even this is 
                  not enough were he to be placed beside a true Italian bass such 
                  as Ezio Pinza. Comparing the two in the Act I aria “Son lo spirito 
                  che nega”, Pinza brings a suavity to the role that makes Mefistofele 
                  more terrifying and Faust’s agreement to the pact not only more 
                  inevitable but more dramatically believable too.
                Kaloudi Kaloudov’s 
                  tenor serves Faust in a well focused though slightly nasal way, 
                  in common with many Eastern European tenors – but there is little 
                  in it that will cause undue offence, and much the same can be 
                  said for Mincho Popov in the small role of Wagner. Whilst I’m 
                  on small roles, why does the booklet or case not list the singers 
                  taking the roles of Marta, Panatalis and Nerčo?
                In productions and 
                  on recordings too the soprano roles of Margherita and Elena 
                  are often taken by the same singer: not so here. Stefka Evstatieva’s 
                  Margherita has the more extensive part and also the better music, 
                  even if one aria forms the basis of that view (“L’altra notte 
                  in fondo al mare”, Act III). She copes valiantly with it shading 
                  down to a well focused pianissimo when needed. Rumjana Bareva 
                  as Elena hardly has a character to get into, confined as she 
                  is to the 24 minutes of Act IV, but the voice is not well caught 
                  generally even if the high notes are thrown out with feeling. 
                  Overall I wished Evstatieva had taken on both roles.
                Marinov keeps moving 
                  reasonably commendably without much individuality, but there’s 
                  little he can do to hide Boito’s shortcomings. Those of the 
                  accompanying notes however are another matter – barely a paragraph 
                  on the work, followed by a synopsis: a poor show when more could 
                  have been done. 
                Those desperate 
                  for a complete recording should look elsewhere, and there are 
                  a few to choose from. I’d actually be tempted to skip them all 
                  and opt for the few highlights the work contains on one or two 
                  ‘recital’ discs – that way at least Boito still retains some 
                  dignity as a composer.
                Evan Dickerson