There are recital discs 
                that do credit to the solo artist featured 
                and there are those that seem to do 
                their reputations no good at all. Happily, 
                this disc falls squarely into the former 
                category. This is despite the fact that 
                the chosen repertoire will prompt many 
                to compare Ana Maria Martinez to other 
                greats, among them de los Angeles, Caballé, 
                Gheorghiu and Freni. I can hear some 
                eagle-eyed readers ask, "Did he 
                really mean other greats?" 
                Well, yes I did, and the inference that 
                I think Martinez is to be tipped for 
                greatness was equally deliberate. 
              
 
              
I do not know how long 
                these works had been in her repertoire 
                before she recorded them, but it feels 
                as if it could have been a long time. 
                The performances suggest almost without 
                exception that each aria has been thought 
                through, and a definite approach decided 
                upon. In many ways the Delibes sets 
                the tone for the disc: expressive, strongly 
                sung throughout the range and characterisation 
                very much to the fore. The temperament 
                - one of strength and passion - fits 
                Martinez like a glove too, reflecting 
                to a certain extent her Latin roots 
                – she hails from Puerto Rico – and this 
                makes the interpretation all the more 
                winning. An auspicious opening indeed. 
              
 
              
The pairing of Gounod 
                and Puccini that follows reveals other 
                sides to her artistic personality. So 
                often arias CDs move between composers 
                with less noticeable distinction than 
                they ought to; not here, however. The 
                Gounod is given with a lightness of 
                touch and airiness in the vocal line, 
                and the voice positively radiates a 
                smile – poles apart from the last version 
                I encountered: Amelia Farrugia on Decca. 
                In the Puccini one is aware of her sensitivity 
                to line and beauty of vocal tone. It 
                was only after this experience that 
                I reflected earlier her forte had been 
                a bit too forced in the Delibes. 
              
 
              
Lehár’s Vilja-lied 
                is again strongly projected, and the 
                same slight hardness creeps in, though 
                for me it does not spoil things much. 
                Another small thing I became conscious 
                of was Martinez’s reluctance to enunciate 
                vowels fully. In this she is far from 
                alone today. But to linger is to over-accentuate 
                a minor problem that will no doubt receive 
                attention. 
              
 
              
Of the two remaining 
                Puccini items Doretta’s aria from La 
                rondine appears to suit the voice 
                more, given the warmth of emotion contained 
                in the words, but it should be said 
                that Madama Butterfly contains 
                no vocal pitfalls for her, the voice 
                having a remarkable range in addition 
                to flexibility of expression. Oh, the 
                days of youth when all seems possible! 
              
 
              
Pablo Luna and Francis 
                Lopez may not be household names in 
                the UK, but their music is certainly 
                close to Martinez’s heart, and she rewards 
                both composers with passionate performances. 
                Her singing of Spain (both composers) 
                and of flowers (Lopez) made me aware 
                of how right her voice would be for 
                Carmen. By coincidence this CD’s release 
                coincides with her Met debut, for which 
                she sings that role. That we’ll have 
                to wait for on disc, but in the meantime 
                these works offer much in showing the 
                direction she is already most wisely 
                exploring. Of all the items included 
                here these are amongst the ones I have 
                returned to most often. 
              
 
              
To that pair is added, 
                for me at least, her Canteloube and 
                Villa-Lobos. Immediately I recall my 
                earlier words on her Puccini in respect 
                of warmth of emotion and flexibility 
                of expression – even without words there 
                is feeling. Earlier still I mentioned 
                de los Angeles, for many unequalled 
                – even unequallable, let alone surpassable 
                – in this music. I am among those that 
                love de los Angeles’ recordings of these 
                works, but by the time I had reached 
                Martinez singing them I was wanting 
                her to give them her own stamp, not 
                just ape a previous great. Martinez 
                does not disappoint either, and it is 
                to her credit that her vision and personality 
                shine the most when the recorded competition 
                might be the strongest. 
              
 
              
So far, not a word 
                on the accompaniment. Some might regret 
                more than me the lack of a chorus in 
                the Vilja-lied, but the arrangement 
                is adequate. Here, as throughout, Mercurio’s 
                conducting is experienced and unfussy. 
                The playing he draws from the Prague 
                Philharmonia is more notable for 
                pliant vigour and strength of instrumental 
                colouring than its delicacy of shading. 
              
 
              
It might seem churlish 
                at this stage to bring up some other 
                slight quibbles: the strange ordering 
                of the items I can’t explain. Having 
                texts and translations available as 
                a PDF download worries me less here 
                than it might if the release were a 
                full price one. Then there’s the time 
                delay in releasing the CD; why did it 
                take over five years to reach us? Finally, 
                there’s the shortish playing time. With 
                Martinez’s repertoire extending far 
                beyond the items included here it is 
                a pity not to have more of it. Every 
                diva dreams of leaving her audience 
                wanting more. After this disc I certainly 
                do, and Naxos should provide it with 
                some urgency. 
              
Evan Dickerson 
                 
              
see also review 
                by Goran 
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