Giacomo PUCCINI (1858-1924) 
          Symphonic Prelude in A major (1882) [7:32] 
          Suor Angelica (1918) 
          Kristíine Opolais (soprano) - Suor Angelica 
          Lioba Braun (alto) - The Princess 
          Beate Koepp (contralto) - The Abbess 
          Nadezhda Serdyuk (mezzo) - The Monitress 
          Mojca Erdmann (soprano) - Suor Genovieffa 
          Beata Borchert (contralto) - Mistress of the Novices 
          Claudia Nüsse (mezzo) - Nursing Sister 
          Carola Günther (mezzo) - Suor Dolcina/Second Lay Sister 
          Dong-Hi Yi (soprano) -First Alms Sister 
          Christaine Rost (soprano) - Suor Osmina/Second Alms Sister 
          Benita Borbonus (soprano) - First Lay Sister 
          Sabine Kallhammer (soprano) - A Novice 
          WDR Rundfunkchor and Sinfonieorchester Cologne/Andris Nelsons 
          rec. May and October 2011, West German Radio Cologne, Cologne Philharmonie 
          
          Texts and translations included 
          ORFEO C848 121A [51:13]
        
	     This is a highly successful concert performance 
          given over a number of days in May 2011 in the Cologne Philharmonie. 
          Those moments of patching between performances, and there will have 
          been some, obviously, have been carried out seamlessly. Directed by 
          Andris Nelsons the star turn is that of the title role, taken by the 
          Latvian soprano Kristíine Opolais. 
            
          She sings with the necessary stillness and presence, but is able to 
          evoke the more wrenching parts of the role, which chart the course of 
          the Sister of a title, who has lived for seven years in a convent not 
          knowing that her illegitimate child has since died. Her aunt, the Princess, 
          a role taken by Lioba Braun tells her the detail with chilling directness, 
          leading to Angelica’s suicide, the sin of which is redeemed by 
          a sign of Divine grace. 
            
          Thus raptness and stillness and wonder are necessary at the start, horror 
          and despair later, and calm resolution at the end. All these qualities 
          she possesses, and we are aware from as early as her first appearance, 
          when she sings that ‘o my sisters, to die is life, is glory!’ 
          that there is something almost quiveringly intense in her relationship 
          between life and death. As The Monitor wisely but not unsympathetically 
          chides her, ‘We must never let our desires/Turn to matters vain 
          and worldly.’ It is very much the worldly that is so soon to intrude 
          so violently into Angelica’s long-closeted life and to lead to 
          just that death she had earlier invoked. The vein of loss and tragedy, 
          of self-killing at its heart, calls for an unusually empathetic performance 
          in a work that could otherwise be seen as crudely functional and, in 
          its close, sentimentalised. 
            
          Opolais has the lyric grace for the role, both confiding and yet able 
          to declaim above the orchestration when required. She is also a theatrical 
          animal as she has proved on international stages and is able to replicate 
          something of that intensity in a concert performance. Thus her move 
          from realisation, to self-reflection, to death, is freighted with expressive 
          dynamic shadings and subtle phrasing commensurate with her emotive state. 
          
            
          The other major roles are well taken. The Monitress is taken by mezzo 
          Nadezhda Serdyuk who proves a calm, measured presence, whilst Lioba 
          Braun conveys the Kostelnička-like indifference and self-interest 
          at the heart of her character, whilst also, perhaps, conveying the ambivalence 
          that is also associated with it. The chorus sings with incision not 
          least in the spiritually rapt final scene where Angelica manages to 
          soar above it. Opolais’s husband, Andris Nelsons directs the orchestra 
          at a forward-looking, intense tempo, though he never rushes the singers, 
          nor does he give the impression that haste is on his mind for its own 
          sake, rather as a direct consequence of the dramatic action. 
            
          Given the excellence of singing and playing this warm blooded performance, 
          recorded immaculately, is a wholehearted success. 
            
          As a little bonus there’s a performance of the early Symphonic 
          Prelude in A major. 
            
          Jonathan Woolf