Telemann’s Pastorelle en Musique 
                belongs to the sub-genre of the Shepherd 
                Play, a kind of Arcadian serenade. It 
                consists of twelve scenes provisionally 
                dated, on stylistic and other grounds, 
                to his Frankfurt years between 1712 
                and 1721. It was probably scenic and 
                celebratory in nature though the description 
                of "opera" has been appended 
                to it over the years. Whilst it’s not 
                operatic it certainly does contain elements 
                of the set-piece operatic aria. There 
                are opportunities for five solo singers 
                and two choirs (shepherds and shepherdesses). 
                Instrumentally we find that Telemann 
                employs, in addition to a full complement 
                of strings (and gamba), two trumpets, 
                horns and two oboes. 
              
 
              
It’s to the conductor 
                of this recording Kirill Karabits that 
                we owe the rediscovery of this diverting 
                pastoral-cum-serenade, which he first 
                saw in a music library in Kiev in 2001. 
                He arranged for the score to be examined 
                in Germany and its confirmation as a 
                previously unknown work by Telemann 
                was followed by the difficult business 
                of arranging a performing edition. 
              
 
              
It’s in some ways a 
                strangely constructed work since Telemann 
                adopted the prevailing custom of the 
                mixed style and of a multiple language 
                libretto: German and French. It was 
                often the case that in a work of this 
                kind the recitative was written in German 
                and the arias in French but Telemann 
                ploughs his own furrow and exercises 
                flexibility and freedom in language 
                selection, not least when it comes to 
                the choruses. 
              
 
              
Whether it’s a Serenata, 
                serenade or quasi-opera Telemann writes 
                a score of delicious invention, lyric 
                impress and consistency. Fortunately 
                the ensemble has a firm and learned 
                lead from conductor Karabits who relishes 
                every twist and turn and demonstrates 
                a splendid sense of rhythmic drive into 
                the bargain. He has a good cast – I 
                suppose that Barbara Fink’s is the best-known 
                name – and one moreover that is consistent 
                throughout, though obviously some voices 
                are more adaptable than others. 
              
 
              
In the Concerto opening 
                Telemann demonstrates – try from 5.20 
                onwards – his own very special brand 
                of nobility, one that one would most 
                readily attribute to Handel, but that 
                the older composer also possessed. His 
                recitatives are studded with imaginative 
                touches, such as the leaps in No.3 (O 
                zuckersüsse Lust) and he enlivens 
                the récit-aria schema with choruses 
                and ensembles. The Terzet (No.7) is 
                especially pleasing in that respect, 
                exciting, colourful, rhythmically propulsive, 
                with excellent work from the orchestra’s 
                lower strings and an elastic sense of 
                melody, much to the work’s advantage. 
              
 
              
The arias are intelligently 
                taken. Finck is impressive as Iris whilst 
                Doerthe Maria Sandmann’s Caliste can 
                sound a touch pinched, as she does in 
                her No.8a recitative where her partner 
                Mathias Hausmann is appealingly bluff, 
                if not ideally clarion. 
              
 
              
Telemann laced the 
                score with elements of rusticity and 
                you will enjoy the warmness of the slightly 
                angular and short aria Il n’est point 
                de bergère, nicely done by 
                Lydia Vierlinger and accompanied by 
                a delicious drone. Throughout in fact 
                we can admire the oboe and bassoon playing, 
                the mellow cello line – all audible 
                in Dir ahnet (No. 25) – and the 
                light and airy flute playing. The choral 
                benediction of the chorus Dormez 
                beaux yeux adds its own plangency. 
                It’s only in a duet such as No. 33 Wir 
                sind vergnügt that the 
                work comes close to a Handelian operatic 
                impulse and dynamism but elsewhere the 
                temperature is deliberately lowered, 
                though still warm enough for solos and 
                choruses to register with boldness and 
                vivacity. 
              
 
              
This is a most worthwhile 
                discovery and presented with admirable 
                documentary thoroughness. Realised live 
                – you wouldn’t know it for most of the 
                time – it communicates with real élan 
                and scholarly intelligence, though it 
                has to be said pragmatic instinct. The 
                score is full of splendid touches, bubbling 
                winds and warm strings, brass firepower 
                reserved for necessary moments. The 
                singers are consistent and have fine 
                arias to work with, such as to banish 
                worries about the rather inert plot. 
                Texts are provided and the notes are 
                ambitiously thorough. This is one of 
                the best Capriccio releases I’ve reviewed 
                and reflects well on all concerned, 
                not least the inspiring Karabits. 
              
 
               
              
Jonathan Woolf