Canada-born US citizen 
                George London is celebrated in this 
                superb issue. We are lucky indeed that 
                his partner in the Mozart items is no 
                less a figure than the great Bruno Walter 
                whose Mozartian credentials hardly need 
                reiteration here. Possibly we are less 
                lucky that the baton-wielding accompanist 
                in the disc’s balance is Hermann Weigert. 
              
 
              
The Mozart arias were 
                recorded in Los Angeles - all items 
                date from 1953, hence the cover). 
              
 
              
The track listing tells 
                us that ‘Se viol ballare’ is the first 
                thing we hear. In fact, it is the preceding 
                recitative that tickles the ear (from 
                ‘Bravo, Signor padrone’) and the aria 
                proper (‘Se vuol ballare’) begins almost 
                exactly a minute in. The harpsichordist 
                for the recitative is Walter himself. 
                London is smooth as velvet, placing 
                notes superbly. 
              
 
              
‘La vendetta’ begins 
                with a fine, assertive ‘La’ on ‘La vendetta’ 
                from London. Such a shame voice and 
                orchestra disagree as to the starting 
                post, as this is a remarkably involving 
                account. London’s attention to words 
                - both diction and contexted meaning 
                - is more than exemplary. Try the third 
                Figaro aria (‘Non più 
                andrai’) to hear how every word is a 
                model of clarity, yet not one sounds 
                studied. This is very involving Mozart, 
                making one, well, me, at least, forget 
                any period objections that might flit 
                by. 
              
 
              
If there are objections, 
                maybe they will be found to be most 
                pronounced at the outset of ‘Vedrò, 
                mentr’io sospiro’, which initially feels 
                on the sticky side; compare and contrast 
                the dramatic arioso that opens track 
                five, before the onset of the aria ‘Aprite 
                un po’ quegl’occhi’ (aria starts at 
                1’27). The Concert Aria Mentre ti 
                lascio, o figlia shows how the combination 
                of London and Walter can work supremely 
                well, from orchestral playing of the 
                utmost delicacy to London’s imposing 
                presence - yet always within the Mozartean 
                orbit. There is a real sense of drama 
                here, contrasting with the warmly lyrical 
                K612, where London seems to be a true 
                bass in his depth of tone. The more 
                active Rivolgete a lui lo sguardo 
                sounds as if straight from Figaro 
                and includes some amazing violin playing 
                around 0’35. The climax is impressive. 
              
 
              
London and Astrid Varnay 
                in Aida strike sparks off each 
                other. London is marvellously imposing; 
                Varnay matches him all the way. It is 
                a meeting of equals; the result is fascinating. 
                Varnay is in superb, cutting voice. 
                This track, more than any other on the 
                disc, crackles with electricity thanks 
                to the vocalists - perhaps Weigert could 
                have breathed a more Verdian air. The 
                dark colours of the Borodin make a perfect 
                contrast. London sings with great lyric 
                breadth, touchingly, as if born to sing 
                this. 
              
 
              
If I have dwelt at 
                length on the first ten tracks, it is 
                not to demean the importance of the 
                final one, the Wagner. Maybe many would 
                forecast London’s authority here. And 
                they would be right. Although Weigert 
                cannot match London in interpretative 
                intensity, the orchestra remains impressive. 
                But it is London that carries this, 
                from his initial outburst of ‘Leb’ wohl’ 
                through to the heart-breaking ‘Der Augen 
                leuchtendens Paar’, taking in some, 
                for once, perfect pitching on the words 
                ‘als ich, der Gott’. The call to Loge 
                is perhaps predictably but no less thrillingly 
                impressive. London’s diction is quite 
                simply incredible at this point. The 
                only down point is perhaps Weigert’s 
                adequate but not inspiring accompaniment. 
              
 
              
All lovers of great 
                Wagner singing should own this disc. 
                In fact it is worth it for the last 
                quarter of an hour alone. Do bear in 
                mind that the delights of the rest of 
                its duration are many, though. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke