This 
          evening’s programme may not have been quite 
          what some members of the Wigmore audience 
          have come to expect from Matthias Goerne, 
          since it was made up of well known Lieder 
          by the favourite poets of the composers, but 
          as always with this singer, the structure 
          and content of the recital afforded us new 
          insights into the works and their associations. 
          Goerne is moving into uncharted waters with 
          his interpretations of Schubert and Schumann 
          – especially the latter – and he now presents 
          this music with a kind of confidence which 
          is often quite startling to behold – I’ve 
          said before that an evening with him can be 
          a white-knuckle ride at times, and this one 
          was no exception.
        
        The 
          selection from Goethe provided an object lesson 
          in how to subtly reveal links between songs 
          as well as displaying the singer’s technique 
          and temperament to the full: daringly beginning 
          with ‘Wandrers Nachtlied II’ the recital immediately 
          established its mood – we were in the presence 
          of a singer and a pianist so intimate with 
          this music and poetry that no other interpretation 
          seemed possible during those long-breathed 
          lines, delivered with such a sense of powerful 
          ease. Both ‘Ganymed’ and ‘Nähe des Geliebten’ 
          revealed Schneider’s prodigious skill, nowhere 
          more so than in the Nachspiel of the latter 
          song, and both also gave full rein to Goerne’s 
          unrivalled ability to make words come alive 
          without over-stressing them, and the astonishing 
          control which allows him to take a long phrase 
          in a single breath, so that when he arrives 
          at closing lines such as ‘Der Wandrer bebt’ 
          he still has enough in reserve to be able 
          to shape the final consonants with tenderness. 
          
        
        The 
          centre-piece of the first half was, rightly, 
          a magisterially authoritative performance 
          of the ‘Gesänge des Harfners’ which gave 
          full rein to every mood of the tormented speaker 
          but was at its finest in those moments touched 
          with rage, such as ‘Ja! lasst mich meiner 
          Qual!’ and those where a Winterreise-like 
          numbness and stoicism become evident through 
          the spare, dignified singing of phrases such 
          as ‘Und ich werde weitergehn.’ 
        
        The 
          word ‘bittersweet’ might have been invented 
          for the combination of Heine’s poetry and 
          Schumann’s music, and the ‘Liederkreis’ Opus 
          24 presents us with songs which burn with 
          jealousy as well as tremble with yearning: 
          Goerne and Schneider perform them as if possessed, 
          bringing out all Heine’s ambivalence and Schumann’s 
          rapture. The finest moments in the cycle came 
          in ‘Ich wandelte unter den Bäumen’ where 
          Schneider seemed to be able to suspend time 
          with a daringly lingering tempo for the solemn 
          4/4 melody, and Goerne’s phrasing and caressing 
          of the words in ‘Da kam das alte Träumen’ 
          and ‘Das hübsche, goldene Wort’ was perfection. 
          ‘Mit Myrten und Rosen’ is easily dismissed 
          as a lollipop, but it is really the fulfilment 
          of Schumann’s eager desire to celebrate his 
          love for Clara: since the work as a whole 
          is only a unified cycle insofar as all the 
          poems are by Heine, it is fitting that we 
          should be left with this passionate declaration 
          of romantic love, and Goerne sang it as one 
          so rarely hears it, with full-blown romantic 
          ardour yet without any overdone recitalese. 
          Lines such as ‘Und rings viel blitzende Funken 
          verspruht!’ revealed the exceptional finesse 
          of his articulation, he caressed ‘Du süsses 
          Lieb’ in fernen Land’ with silken beauty of 
          tone, and ‘Und flüstern mit Wehmut und 
          Liebeshauch’ was sung with unobtrusive skill, 
          just enough stress being placed on ‘Wehmut’ 
          to engage the emotions without overdoing it: 
          as for the final diminuendo, it was simply 
          astonishing – I have never before heard that 
          ‘Liebeshauch’ breathed with such tenderness. 
          
        
        The 
          audience response was rightly ecstatic, and 
          three superb encores were given, the most 
          striking being a performance of ‘Der Musensohn’ 
          which was remarkable for its vividness of 
          characterization and its sheer joyful exuberance 
          in both piano and voice.
         
        Melanie Eskenazi