This CD has a programme 
                  of songs, instrumental pieces and poems from the end of the 
                  sixteenth and the beginning of the seventeenth centuries. The 
                  unifying thread is the theme of love, with a particular emphasis 
                  on fashionable love melancholy. The poems are read by Ralph 
                  Fiennes, in a manner which is often at odds with the elaborate 
                  rhetorical patterns of the poems. I can’t say that I much enjoyed 
                  his readings and, in any case, there are some odd choices. The 
                  long poem by Francis Quarles is undistinguished, to say the 
                  best of it, and it is very frustrating to listen to Fiennes 
                  reading the words of Campion when we might have been hearing 
                  Daniel Taylor or James Bowman sing them. This is particularly 
                  so when the booklet notes make a point of reminding us that 
                  “Campion’s cause deserves to be championed: the only true poet/musician 
                  of his age”. I suspect that I shall not be alone in making use 
                  of the programming function on my CD player on most occasions 
                  when I listen to this CD in future!
                
Musically 
                  speaking, Love bade me welcome is altogether more successful. 
                  The songs of Robert Jones are well represented, nine songs being 
                  recorded in all. Seven of these are taken from his book of 1609 
                  A Musicall Dreame and two from his collection of 1600 
                  The First Booke of Songes and Ayres. Five of the pieces 
                  from A Musicall Dreame are sung as duets, and the voices 
                  of Taylor and Bowman blend beautifully in these. The opening 
                  track, ‘Though your strangeness frets my heart’, to a text by 
                  Campion, is particularly fine; finer still would have been the 
                  chance to hear Campion’s setting too. Still, Jones’s use of 
                  imitation in the two voices, here and elsewhere, is often delightful. 
                  The two counter-tenors are clearly enjoying themselves in the 
                  vocal interplay of ‘Sweet Kate’ and only a hard-hearted listener 
                  would fail to share their pleasure. Also recorded are two of 
                  Jones’s very best solo songs, ‘’What if I seek for love of thee?’ 
                  and ‘Lie down, poor heart’. Bowman sings the first, Taylor the 
                  second, and both are excellent. Taylor in particular sustains 
                  the slow-moving ‘Lie down’ and invests it with real emotional 
                  weight. 
                John 
                  Dowland is represented by four songs and a lute solo. Elizabeth 
                  Kenny plays ‘Lacrimæ’ with unforced expressiveness, and the 
                  same famous melody serves, of course, for ‘Flow, my tears’, 
                  gracefully sung by James Bowman. He is also a persuasive advocate 
                  for the more upbeat side of Dowland, in ‘’Say love if ever thou 
                  didst find’. Daniel Taylor’s performance of ‘Me, me and none 
                  but me’ gives us, beautifully, the more familiar Dowland, seemingly 
                  “half in love with easeful death”.
                Robert 
                  Johnson is represented by two instrumental pieces, rather than 
                  by any of his songs. Frances Kelly plays ‘Lady Hatton’s Almain’ 
                  very sensitively and is joined by Elizabeth Kenny for a lively 
                  performance of ‘The Second Witches Dance’. Neither piece, incidentally, 
                  is duplicated on the Virgin Classics CD devoted to Robert Johnson 
                  (VC 7 5931 2). From the same two musicians comes a vivacious 
                  performance of the anonymous ‘Zouch his march’. 
                Overall, 
                  this is an interesting miscellany, particularly valuable for 
                  its representation of the work of Robert Jones, though it is 
                  not without missed opportunities and frustrations. Those who 
                  like the readings by Ralph Fiennes more than I do will doubtless 
                  value it even more highly.
                Glyn Pursglove