Finnish 
          soprano Soile Isokoski left me cold on the 
          very first concert I ever reviewed for Seen 
          & Heard, in September 
          1999. It was 
          interesting, therefore, to encounter her again, 
          now several times over more famous. On that 
          earlier occasion she sang Richard Strauss 
          (as she did here, too, but as a small encore). 
          She has a name for herself in Mozart, though, 
          and it was three songs by this composer that 
          started the recital (not four, as the programme 
          notes stated – presumably because of the type-setting 
          of the programme on the reverse of that sheet.)
        
        In fact, 
          the first song (just to add to the confusion) 
          is not by Mozart at all, but by Josef Myslivecek. 
          Ridente la calma is an arrangement 
          of an operatic aria (Il caro mio bene), but 
          comes with a Köchel number of K15/K210a. 
          A workaday account of the piano part was balanced 
          by some truly lovely slurs by Isokoski. The 
          dramatic scena, Als Luise die Briefe ihres 
          ungetreuen Liebhabers verbrannte, K520, 
          suffered by the pianist’s literalism, while 
          Isokoski’s fast vibrato became positively 
          distracting in the final song of the group, 
          Dans une bois solitaire, K308. Beginning 
          with three songs in three different languages 
          (none of which is your own) is brave, and 
          it was perhaps a pity that French, the language 
          of the final song, appears to be Isokoski’s 
          weakest. ‘C’était’ became ‘Si était’; 
          ‘Je’ became more ‘Ge’.
        
        Four 
          Brahms Lieder fared better, although 
          Isokoski’s quick vibrato was beginning to 
          irritate. The dark ‘Liebestreu’, Op. 3 No. 
          1 (‘True love’) had the advantage of some 
          focussed piano playing while the second offering, 
          ‘Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht’ showed 
          that the questionable pronunciations of earlier 
          in the recital may have been just nerves (or 
          maybe Isokoski is just happier in German). 
          Just one word fell at the hurdle – ‘Wonne’ 
          became more ‘Wonner’ in ‘Meine liebe ist grün’, 
          Op. 63 No. 5. The penultimate song, ‘Das Mädchen 
          spricht’, was probably the most successful, 
          flighty with a real element of wit.
        
        Toivo 
          Kuula (1883-1918) is one of those composers 
          who died too young. He was killed in a shooting 
          accident at the tender age of 34. The romantic 
          Jääkukkia, Op. 24 No. 2 (1913, 
          ‘Frost flowers’), despite its dark exterior 
          still showed signs of folk-inflection. Isokoski 
          dealt with the high-lying line well. Sinipiika, 
          Op. 23 No. 1 (1912, ‘Wood sprite’) was curious 
          mix of tender melancholy coupled with suicidal 
          tendencies while Marjatan laulu (‘Marjatta’s 
          Song’) was a mesmeric, dark lullaby. Finally, 
          Purjein kuutamolla Op. 31a No.1 
          (‘Sailing in the moonlight’, 1917) included 
          some glassily limpid piano playing.
        
        Debussy’s 
          infinitely beautiful Ariettes oubliées 
          (1885-87) rounded off the recital. If there 
          was almost immediately a pronunciational quibble 
          (‘extazzze’ for ‘extase’), it did seem that 
          here was where Isokoski’s voice finally found 
          a comfortable niche. This was of particular 
          note in the second song, ‘Il pleure dans mon 
          coeur’ (‘Tears fall in my heart’) where Isokoski, 
          instead of disturbing the delicate piano part, 
          floated exquisitely on top of it. It was not 
          quite a moment of magic, more a run-up to 
          it – and it came in the third song, ‘L’ombre 
          des arbres’ (‘The shadow of trees’), with 
          a floated high note in the penultimate line. 
          An exciting climax to ‘Chevaux de bois’ (‘Merry-go-round’) 
          did not quite erase the niggling feeling that 
          Isokoski’s voice should have a greater repertoire 
          of shades to it. ‘Spleen’ emerged as really 
          quite modern in feel, yet again that vibrato 
          became off-putting.
        
        An encore 
          of Richard Straussian simplicity, ‘Ich trage 
          meine Minne’, Op. 32 No. 1, provided a lovely 
          conclusion to a recital of decidedly mixed 
          impressions.
        Colin Clarke