Véronique Gens started out as a baroque specialist during the 
                second half of the 1980s, working especially with William Christie 
                and his Les Arts Florissants. She soon widened her scope and has 
                been particularly successful as a Mozart singer. Among other things 
                she was a superb Donna Elvira in the Aix-en-Provence production 
                of Don Giovanni about a decade ago. She is also much in 
                demand as an interpreter of French songs and her Naxos recordings 
                of Canteloube’s Chants d’Auvergne have been highly praised. 
              
The present disc 
                    is a sequel to Trágediennes, issued in 2006, which 
                    basically covers the same period and some of the same composers. 
                    Rameau and Gluck are represented there too but also Lully, 
                    Royer, Leclair, Mondonville and Campra. With this second issue 
                    she also moves into the 19th century (Arriaga and 
                    Berlioz) – and with equal success. The musical quality is 
                    high, also in the arias by lesser-known composers like Piccinni 
                    and Sacchini. I enthusiastically reviewed Naxos’s complete 
                    recording of Sacchini’s Œdipe à Colone a couple of 
                    years ago (see review), 
                    even making it a Recording of the Month. I made the 
                    comment that ‘for my money this is an opera to set beside 
                    Gluck, Haydn and Mozart as a superb example of late 18th 
                    century music theatre’. This verdict could apply to all the 
                    music here.  
                  
The Alceste 
                    aria, for example, is among the finest operatic numbers from 
                    the 18th century – and in saying this I take the 
                    works of Handel and Mozart fully into account. Cherubini is 
                    another master, who still hovers somewhere in the outskirts 
                    of the general listeners’ knowledge. Médée is without 
                    doubt musically on a par with Gluck, Handel and Mozart even 
                    though the dramatic pulse sometimes slackens and the drama 
                    becomes more oratorio-like. In Néris’s aria from act II there 
                    is a lot of repetition of text that can become tiring, but 
                    in a lived-in reading, like the one here, it feels psychologically 
                    convincing. Arriaga, ‘the Spanish Mozart’ who died before 
                    he was twenty, is another remarkable composer. His three string 
                    quartets and single symphony are played not infrequently, 
                    the aria from the cantata Herminie shows him to have 
                    been more than an embryonic opera composer.
                  
Concerning Sacchini 
                    the arias from Dardanus and Renaud only confirm 
                    that Œdipe à Colone was far from a one-off – he stands 
                    out as one of the great non-persons among 18th 
                    century opera composers. Piccinni is a name that appears frequently 
                    in the opera history books as one of the most popular Italian 
                    composers between Pergolesi and Cimarosa and Grétry. He wrote 
                    about fifty operas and was no doubt the leading composer of 
                    opéra comique during the latter half of the 18th 
                    century. Both of them have occasionally been recorded, at 
                    least the odd aria. Sutherland recorded an aria from La 
                    buona figliuola miratata and Christiane Eda-Pierre made 
                    a whole LP some thirty years ago with arias by Grétry and 
                    Philidor. Tragédiennes 2 is definitely an utterly invaluable 
                    disc in putting some of these composers firmly on the musical 
                    map.
                  
It would be of 
                    only passing interest, were the performances run-of-the-mill. 
                    But they aren’t! I would on the contrary go as far as to say 
                    that this is one of the most satisfying vocal discs, in all 
                    categories, for a long, long time. Véronique Gens seems never 
                    to have put a foot wrong these days. This doesn’t in any way 
                    mean that she is cautious or playing safe. Quite the contrary. 
                    She immerses herself in the predicaments and feelings of the 
                    different characters with the intensity and bravery of a performance 
                    artist. She milks the music and texts of their inherent dramatic 
                    and expressive potential using the skills and insight of a 
                    great improviser –John Coltrane or Charlie Parker. In the 
                    midst of this spontaneity she is in full control of her interpretative 
                    means. What finally makes the disc so utterly compelling is 
                    the singing as singing: the musical phrasing, the purity of 
                    tone and the intrinsic beauty of the voice.
                  
It comes as something 
                    of a surprise to find that she concludes the recital with 
                    Cassandra’s great aria from the first act of Les Troyens. 
                    She has sung, and recorded, the song-cycle Les nuits d’été, 
                    and very successfully at that, but the role of Cassandra literally 
                    cries out for a high-dramatic voice, an Isolde or Brünnhilde. 
                    Véronique Gens shows that intensity is not only a matter of 
                    volume, it is an inner quality, manifest through conviction 
                    and projection. Berit Lindholm on Colin Davis’s legendary 
                    Philips recording and Deborah Voigt on Charles Dutoit’s comparable 
                    later Decca set - both have magnificent grand voices but Véronique 
                    Gens brings out the message of the text with even more conviction.
                  
Add to this the 
                    playing of Les Talens Lyriques, which is absolutely superb. 
                    Here is an orchestra playing on period instrument with not 
                    a trace of hesitant intonation, scrawny tone or sprawling 
                    ensemble that characterises lesser groups in the period performance 
                    stakes. Rhythms are springy and the full-bodied sound accords 
                    their readings a punch that is quite amazing – and this doesn’t 
                    exclude lightness and sensibility. If in doubt about their 
                    greatness, do listen to the two orchestral excerpts from Orphée 
                    et Eurydice: the transparency and elegance of the well-known 
                    Ballet des ombres heureuses (Dance of the Blessed Spirits) 
                    followed by the dramatic and almost orgiastic Air de Furies 
                    (Dance of the Furies) played with tremendous rhythmic drive. 
                    These and the other purely orchestral pieces are in this recital 
                    no mere resting points but contribute to keeping the temperature 
                    near boiling-point. Even the slow Sarabande and the 
                    two Menuets from Les Paladins, normally rather 
                    vapid decorations, are invested with life through subtle ebb 
                    and flow.
                  
The recorded sound 
                    is fully worthy of the performances and there are excellent 
                    notes in three languages by Jean Duron. Unfortunately the 
                    track-list in the booklet has become cryptic through some 
                    technical mishap, where the titles of the works have been 
                    replaced by sundry symbols – but the back-cover of the jewel-box 
                    is correct.
                  
I don’t expect 
                    to review many – if any – better discs this year and I can 
                    promise that it will be one of my selected Recordings of 
                    the Year in December.
                  
Göran Forsling