Fortunately a number 
                of Prandelli’s biggest recording commitments 
                have become widely available of late. 
                His La Bohème with Renata 
                Tebaldi is on Naxos whilst his Adriana 
                Lecouvreur with Carla Gavazzi is 
                on Cetra Warner Fonit. There’s also 
                the Guild 1948 Boito Memorial concert 
                under Toscanini, a live performance 
                that’s well worth getting to know – 
                Prandelli sings Act III of Mefistofele. 
                
              
 
              
Nevertheless this does 
                perhaps give a slightly slanted view 
                of his career; he simply didn’t record 
                as widely or as deeply as his talent 
                deserved and this makes the restoration 
                of his Aria Antiche album for 
                Vox the more valuable. It was made in 
                1953 with pianist Dick Marzollo. Prandelli 
                employs a litany of expressive and romanticised 
                gestures to bring warmth and drama to 
                these frequently well-loved and oft-sung 
                pieces. Naturally this brings with it 
                Old School metrical disruptions galore; 
                rallentandi, frequent visits to the 
                head voice, and a battery of colouristic 
                inflexions. 
              
 
              
In Scarlatti’s Su, 
                venite a consiglio for example we 
                find ritardandi and a considerable variety 
                of dynamic shading the better to convey 
                the emotive narrative of the song. These 
                constant changes of colour and depth 
                of attack, some notes punched out, others 
                caressed, do bring a reservoir of feeling 
                and character – Prandelli is hugely 
                characterful – but can also be a touch 
                disruptive to the actual line, something 
                that I feel most strongly occurs in 
                the Lotti. But of warmth and romance, 
                of gallantry, there is a profusion. 
                Caldara’s Sebben, crudele has 
                a really glamorous sense of narrative 
                conviction, of emotions conveyed with 
                striking immediacy. And there’s something 
                more than a touch Puccinian in his singing 
                of Cesti’s Intorno all’idol mio where 
                we find ardour and legato phrasing on 
                a grand scale. The mezza voce is deployed 
                with care and sincerity – it’s not a 
                mere gadget – and this is fused with 
                reserves of dignity in Caro mio ben. 
                Maybe the Gluck is a touch heavy 
                in places and yes, there’s a dose of 
                verismo exaggeration in the Pergolesi, 
                but I for one forgive him when the results 
                are so personal – and personable. And 
                what a way to end – a stridently macho 
                Vittoria, mio core!  
              
 
              
The "fillers" 
                are substantial. There are scenes from 
                the 1956 Remington Lucia di Lammermoor 
                with Renata Ferrari Ongaro to the fore. 
                This is a real rarity never re-released 
                in its entirety to my knowledge. Prandelli 
                is an assured presence and is entirely 
                as impressive as on the two complete 
                opera sets cited above. The voice is 
                well projected and very immediately 
                – in fact too immediately – recorded. 
                All the voices suffer the same overgenerous 
                projection however and we can note that 
                Ongaro’s tone is rather thin in comparison 
                with Prandelli’s vibrant and masculine 
                one. 
              
 
              
This is the second 
                of Preiser’s Prandelli volumes. It’s 
                well documented – his career really 
                did embrace some out-of-the-way things 
                – and finely transferred. At the time 
                of writing Prandelli is still with us 
                so let’s hope more volumes will emerge 
                to celebrate his small but valuable 
                recorded legacy. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf