After the rather 
                  impenetrable eccentricities of the last NMC opera to come my 
                  way, Gerald Barry’s The Intelligence Park, it’s good 
                  to welcome back a modernist theatre piece that’s direct, lyrical 
                  and reasonably traditional. Originally on the Collins Classics 
                  label, Judith Weir’s Blond Eckbert is a concise two-acter 
                  that had a successful run in Tim Hopkins’ highly stylised production 
                  at ENO. The subsequent Channel 4 film was based in part on that 
                  production but with certain sections ‘fleshed out’ on film, 
                  such as Bertha’s long monologue and the two orchestral preludes. 
                  I happen to still have a VHS tape of that broadcast, in pretty 
                  poor sound, and it made me hanker for a good modern DVD release, 
                  as it was a very effective piece of work. Interested parties 
                  might like to know that the same team, headed by director Margaret 
                  Williams, have given a similar treatment to Weir’s latest operatic 
                  opus, Armida, due to be shown over Xmas this year (2005).
                The present CD release 
                  is certainly in much better sound. With a full libretto, it 
                  is easy to enjoy Weir’s take on the Ludwig Tiekle fairy tale, 
                  or dark folk tale, as Weir prefers. The story can be summed 
                  up thus:
                Eckbert and his 
                  wife Berthe live in a remote mountain region. One stormy night, 
                  Eckbert’s only friend Walther visits them. To pass the time, 
                  Berthe tells Walther her life story, one of cruelty, abuse and 
                  eventual escape. Walther mentions the name of Berthe’s dog, 
                  a name she herself had forgotten, and Eckbert’s suspicions are 
                  aroused.
                Later, as Eckbert 
                  is aimlessly hunting in the forest, he fires an arrow which 
                  kills Walther. All Berthe’s childhood memories and fears have 
                  been awakened by Walther and she becomes ill, near death. Eckbert, 
                  burdened with worry, visits a nearby city seeking distraction. 
                  He is befriended by Hugo, whose likeness to Walther arouses 
                  more suspicion in Eckbert. He rushes away, eventually finding 
                  himself in the landscape of Berthe’s childhood. An old woman 
                  reveals to him that she, Walther and Hugo are the same person, 
                  and also reveals the terrible news that Eckbert and Berthe are 
                  siblings. Eckbert falls to the ground, insane and dying.
                Weir was obviously 
                  gripped by the narrative and the way it unfolds. The various 
                  subtexts, such as the past coming back to haunt the individual, 
                  the penalties of messing with nature etc lend themselves well 
                  to operatic treatment. Weir’s multi-layered libretto and eclectic 
                  musical language give the piece both form and momentum. It has 
                  often been pointed out that Weir is more effective when writing 
                  in concise forms, and this tightly structured opera is a good 
                  example of this. She is a skilful orchestrator, as the preludes 
                  and numerous other details attest, and the musical language 
                  on display is direct, colourful and lyrical. If one hears wisps 
                  of Britten, Tippett and Janáček, this is no bad thing in 
                  an opera. There are also echoes of Wozzeck here and there, 
                  something Hopkins’ expressionistic staging further highlighted.
                The cast are first-rate 
                  and very much on top of their respective roles. Ann-Marie Owens 
                  is exceptional in Berthe’s long Act 1 monologue and Christopher 
                  Ventris (tenor, not baritone as the booklet says) clearly enjoys 
                  the challenge of three differing parts. The recording displays 
                  some of its live origins but is full, clear and warm. Apparently 
                  there was some criticism of Sian Edwards’ conducting of the 
                  premiere, but I have nothing but praise for her control of the 
                  teeming orchestral detail whilst never losing sight of the longer 
                  line and many dramatic high points. Whilst this CD release is 
                  most welcome, I feel it is a piece that benefits from being 
                  seen and a DVD of Channel Four’s excellent film really would 
                  be the ticket – let’s hope someone’s taking notice.
                Tony Haywood