If I am not mistaken 
                    this is Roberto Alagna’s first album under his new exclusive 
                    contract with the prestigious DG label. It comes as something 
                    of a surprise to find that its aim is towards the more popular 
                    end of the market. Nothing wrong with that of course, as long 
                    as it is a quality product, and so it turns out to be.
                  I have to admit 
                    that the name Luis Mariano didn’t mean anything to me, and 
                    since I suspect that there might be one or two readers out 
                    there who are just as ignorant as I was, I had better give 
                    a thumbnail portrait of him. Born in 1914 he became a great 
                    favourite in France during the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s and 
                    although he practically never appeared on an opera stage he 
                    was regarded by many as one of the great tenors. He performed 
                    popular songs and operettas or, should we say, musicals, often 
                    created especially for him, in most cases by Francis Lopez, 
                    whose compositions form the largest part of this recital. 
                    Most of the songs were written in the 1950s which was probably 
                    Mariano’s greatest period. He died in 1970.
                  Roberto Alagna’s 
                    earliest memory of Mariano was when he was about ten and his 
                    mother set up her tape-recorder in front of the TV set to 
                    record a film with Mariano, La Belle de Cadix, two 
                    songs from which are on this disc. Mariano then became a hero 
                    to him and having wanted for years to pay tribute he now felt 
                    that he was ready for it. However this was to be no pastiche 
                    album; he wanted to sing the  songs in his own way, not trying 
                    to imitate Mariano. 
                  Alagna is in excellent 
                    voice and it is obvious from his first entrance that he enjoys 
                    this music. He digs into it wholeheartedly and there is a 
                    freshness and virility about his performances that silences 
                    every criticism, whether it be the creeping feeling that some 
                    of this is “kitsch” or that he once or twice can’t resist 
                    showing off his by now impressively heroic top notes. Otherwise 
                    he sings with such flair, elegance and rhythmic facility that 
                    everything is quite irresistible. His French is of course 
                    “the real thing”. When he ‘goes English’ in the two Cole Porter 
                    songs, he is fairly idiomatic there too.
                  I played the whole 
                    disc straight through twice, first together with my wife, 
                    who listened to the first two or three tracks without uttering 
                    a word and then said: “That’s a tenor! Who is he?”. 
                    Having satisfied her curiosity we listened till the end without 
                    further comment. After my second traversal I noticed that 
                    my note-pad was blank, which has never happened before when 
                    listening for reviewing purposes. But I know that whenever 
                    I want to listen again to this disc I can safely press the 
                    random button on my CD player and be sure that whatever comes 
                    out of the speakers will be to my liking, Mexico and 
                    Vaya con Dios maybe a notch above the rest, but C’est 
                    magnifique! is equally appealing and Maria Luisa 
                    and …
                  Alagna also invited 
                    some of his friends to join him in a couple of duets, which 
                    also sound fine. The problem is that since the friends don’t 
                    have the same vocal resources they are placed in different 
                    acoustics to achieve a believable balance; the effect is that 
                    they seem to be in separate rooms. This is a minor problem 
                    and one soon gets used to it. 
                  The conductor 
                    Yvan Cassar has also made all the arrangements and besides 
                    the Paris Symphonic Orchestra, which presumably is a pick-up 
                    band, there are numerous individual musicians that I haven’t 
                    listed above. Suffice it to say that the contributions from 
                    all these excellent instrumentalists perfectly match Alagna’s 
                    singing. The sound is of course studio bound but vivid. All 
                    in all this is a high quality product that can be recommended 
                    with the strongest possible enthusiasm – provided you are 
                    hooked on this repertoire. I liked it enormously!
                  But apart from 
                    short playing time – there is a black mark, and a big one: 
                    the booklet. I can’t understand why Deutsche Grammophon of 
                    all record companies should produce something that is practically 
                    unreadable. OK, the credits on page 2 are acceptable, but 
                    the rest: the smallest imaginable print in white of course 
                    on black of course! Dear record producers, don’t you want 
                    music lovers who pay full-price for your products to be able 
                    to read the texts? Why on earth then engage good writers like 
                    Benoit Duteurtre and Olivier Miquel for liner-notes that are 
                    made illegible through the whims of some designer. This is 
                    something that also affects Mr Alagna’s own writings?. The 
                    information I have culled from the booklet I managed to decipher 
                    with the help of a magnifying glass! I think this is an insult 
                    to the record buying public – and to Roberto Alagna and the 
                    memory of Luis Mariano. Shame on you, DG!
                  Göran Forsling