This was originally released on EMI’s ‘Debut’ series, the catalogue 
                number of which was 7242 5752032, and 
                is now re-issued. In the last six years Lemalu’s profile has risen 
                appreciably so his admirers and others should note this state 
                of play and not be seduced into thinking this a new release. 
                Evenness 
                  and sonorousness of vocal production were always there, seemingly. 
                  I happened to have heard a youthful appearance given by Lemalu 
                  with the London Pro Arte Orchestra and East London Chorus and 
                  even then it was apparent that he was going places. It may even 
                  have been around the time he made this recording with Roger 
                  Vignoles. His Brahms is powerful and noble of utterance and 
                  if one finds his singing of the Four Serious Songs to a degree 
                  under-characterised they lack for little in resonant control. 
                  The third however is strongly projected. The Schubert quartet 
                  was well chosen. It was a question of what best suited his voice, 
                  temperament and expressive qualities. They give a fair indication 
                  of his promise and suit the voice well. I particularly enjoyed 
                  Der Schiffer which is probably the best pointed of the 
                  four.
                He 
                  cast an exploratory vocal net in this recital and also presented 
                  L'Horizon chimérique. He manages softly to lighten his 
                  big voice in La mer est infinie but something of the 
                  conversational freedom of the writing eludes him as it does 
                  throughout the cycle. It’s at best a very partial viewpoint. 
                  When we turn to Finzi we are on safer linguistic ground. There’s 
                  plenty of verve in Rollicum-rorum where he even overdoes 
                  articulation and underlines certainly words – ‘modesty’ for 
                  one – in a way that breaks up the line. To Lizbie Browne 
                  suffers a little from the rather unyielding darkness of the 
                  voice; it as yet admits of little sense of loss and pain. Lemalu 
                  sings it, perhaps as he must, as a young man singing theoretically 
                  not as Hardy’s stricken, regretful older man realising ‘I let 
                  you slip…’. 
                There 
                  is also the salt spray of a quartet of English sea songs  - 
                  Ireland, Keel, Head and 
                  the Roger Vignoles-arranged Lowlands, a sea-shanty. It’s especially fine to hear Michael Head’s 
                  The Estuary with its semi-parlando central section. 
                
              A 
                welcome re-release then of a youthful talent. Vignoles accompanies 
                with great sympathy and perception. There are no texts.
                Jonathan 
                  Woolf