What is the secret 
                    behind a good Tchaikovsky interpreter? To me it is the ability 
                    to catch the elegiac quality of the music without over-sentimentalizing, 
                    to pull home the dramatic highpoints without crudity, to breathe 
                    the music in long waves without becoming over-affected and 
                    balance the orchestra so that the wind-writing, especially 
                    the woodwind, gets it due without being too prominent. In 
                    other words it is to find the balance between the extremes 
                    without becoming bland. It takes some musician to fulfil 
                    all of these requirements but I feel that Semyon Bychkov is 
                    very close to the mark. I know that many listeners like their 
                    Tchaikovsky more heart-on-the-sleeve, but Bychkov shows Tchaikovsky’s 
                    heart without carrying it in the open.
                  His choice of 
                    tempos seems ideal and the somewhat stale atmosphere that 
                    permeates some of this music, apparent in the orchestral introduction, 
                    gets it fair share of fresh air through the lightness of Bychkov’s 
                    conducting. When the curtain rises to the first scene quartet 
                    for the four women, the rural wind that draws through the 
                    garden wipes away any staleness. This is in fact Tchaikovsky 
                    at his most extrovert. The St Petersburg Chamber Choir, fresh-voiced 
                    and homogenous, are probably superior to most opera choruses, 
                    but they seem to be a larger body than the Chamber Choir soubriquet 
                    implies. The Orchestre de Paris is of course regarded as one 
                    of the great orchestras of the world and with their then chief 
                    conductor at the helm they here show why, with silken string 
                    tone, rasping brass when needed and the woodwind blended to 
                    perfection. The great set-pieces for the orchestra, the waltz 
                    at the beginning of act 2 and the polonaise in act 3, display 
                    their capacity: the waltz light and airy, the polonaise swift 
                    and with the right bounce – one can see the guests at Gremin’s 
                    party promenading with a spring in the step. And listen to 
                    how Bychkov builds up the climax at the end of act 1 scene 
                    2 (CD1 track 12)! What is a bit of an irritant is the presence 
                    of long pauses between the separate numbers. Whether this 
                    is the choice of the conductor or the producer I don’t know, 
                    but I would ideally have liked them to be more integrated. 
                    In a live performance one expects of course applause in several 
                    of these pauses but in a studio recording I prefer a more 
                    seamless layout. 
                  Apart from this 
                    it is difficult to imagine a better conducted performance 
                    of this opera, or “lyrical scenes” as was the composer’s own 
                    designation, and he is definitely not let down by his singers. 
                    On the contrary, whoever was responsible for the casting could 
                    hardly have done a better job. For instance there is Francis 
                    Egerton’s delectable Triquet, elegant and intimate and extremely 
                    well sung and not a trace of caricature. Alexander Anisimov 
                    is a warm and noble Gremin, singing his beautiful aria (CD2 
                    track 12) not as a showpiece but with restraint and a youthful 
                    timbre that is more baritone than bass – but he has the low 
                    notes as well. This is a sympathetic portrait that reminds 
                    me a little of Kim Borg on his old DG recording, which was 
                    my introduction to this aria.
                  The women are 
                    an unusually strong quartet with Sarah Walker an expressive 
                    Larina and veteran Irina Arkhipova turning in an amazingly 
                    well sung portrait of old Filipyevna. According to the reference 
                    books she must have been around 68 when this recording was 
                    made but there are few signs of old age in her voice. Olga 
                    Borodina, singing her namesake Olga, is classy casting and 
                    one wishes that she had more to sing – her aria (CD1 track 
                    4) is as good as any version I have heard. But of course it 
                    is Tatyana that carries the heaviest burden of the ladies 
                    and Nuccia Focile is just cut out for the part, singing with 
                    an intensity and feeling that go straight to the heart. Her 
                    voice is so fresh and youthful and with power in rich supply 
                    for the emotional highpoints. The Letter scene (CD1 track 
                    11), notoriously difficult to interpret through all the conflicting 
                    and contrasting emotions, is so convincingly done. Just listen 
                    to Who are you? My guardian angel or a wily tempter?, 
                    sung with the utmost simplicity and sensitivity. And the long 
                    final duet, where she rejects Onegin’s declaration of love, 
                    is heart-rending. 
                  As Lensky, Neil 
                    Shicoff is that rare thing: a singer/actor with a great lirico-spinto 
                    voice which can ring out gloriously at the climaxes, pared 
                    with a willingness to sing softly, almost whispering in the 
                    most beautiful half-voice. His second act aria (CD2 track 
                    7) is expertly sung. There are very few recordings of it in 
                    the same league, and the end is magical, emotional without 
                    becoming lachrymose, which he sometimes has been in other 
                    roles. Elsewhere in the opera he is also very convincing, 
                    both lyrically and dramatically, not least in the venomous 
                    exchanges with Onegin during the ball at the Larin’s house. 
                    And Onegin has in the young Dmitri Hvorostovsky found the 
                    ideal interpreter: manly, haughty, caring and singing with 
                    that glowing tone, easily recognisable through the very personal 
                    light vibrato. Mazurok, in either of his two recordings, was 
                    for many years the benchmark, but Hvorostovsky is even more 
                    expressive and flexible. Just listen to him at his outbreak 
                    after the encounter with Tatiana at Gremin’s party (CD2 track 
                    16) when he realises that he is in love with her: his voice 
                    is literally seething with passion.
                  Among the versions 
                    I have heard of this opera none can challenge this Philips 
                    recording and now that it reappears at mid-price it should 
                    be snapped up by anyone who missed it the first time around. 
                    The sound is everything one can wish for with a believable 
                    balance between orchestra and singers. There are practically 
                    no stage effects, apart from Zaretsky clapping his hands three 
                    times, urging the adversaries to start the duel, and of course 
                    the ensuing pistol shot, almost larger than life. The booklet 
                    has a transliteration of the Russian text and an English translation, 
                    something one can’t take for granted with reissues nowadays. 
                    A winner in every respect.
                  Göran Forsling
                  see also Review 
                    by Robert Hugill