Originally published on musicalcriticism.com
3 Feb 2009
Possibly one of the most attractively packaged early music issues in
recent months, this new CD of music by John Dowland is, according to
the rather quirky liner-notes, a response to Sting's recent album of
the same composer. It's actually rather a clever ruse; first they
thank Sting for bringing the repertoire to greater attention, then move
on to say that since there was a 'slight discrepancy between his
performance and how we think this music can actually function', they
were inspired to record their own interpretations. I like that idea
very much.
It is interesting that the artists also acknowledge a debt to Emma Kirkby since
even in these post-revival times the influence of her great artistry
resonates strongly in many of the young sopranos who make up our current
early music tapestry. Dorothee Mields is no
exception since one can immediately hear that she is much influenced by
the holistic approach that Kirkby pioneered with The Consort of
Musicke. Unfortunately Mields' biography is somehow lost-in-translation
and she ends up being described as '…so extremely adequate for this
music', but I think she is more than that, she is radiant and despite
the slight flutter she gives to longer vowels her feminine sound and
heartfelt approach are most beguiling.
The Sirius Viols are exquisite both as instruments
(by Tilman Muthesius), and as an ensemble. Viols sound mournful to us
by their very nature and their mellow tones infuse this whole album
with many more shades of melancholy than the standard seven! Coupled
with this audaciously beautify playing, the Viola da Gambist Hille Perl and Lutenist Lee Santana are
most sensitive accompanists and consort players with a robust and
healthy sound. So, all in all, there is little to fault here and much
to praise.
However, I am left with a nagging doubt about the overall
impression this album creates. Had Dorotee Mields (if it is her) chosen
not to include the spoken words 'From Silent Night…' then I might
never have noticed, but she did and something about her delivery brought
to my attention what was lacking. There is a very particular sense of
misery in Britain, an underlying dissatisfaction that seems to pervade a
lot of our culture and Dowland, despite his numerous travels, always
strikes me as reaching right into the heart of this matter. Despite her
obvious attempts to reflect this melancholy Dorothee Mields' delivery
is just too well adjusted, too healthy and too continental for
my tastes. As a technically agile singer with a pretty bloom to her
voice she doesn't make songs sound laborious enough when I feel a sense
of struggle might be appropriate. 'Flow my tears' for example, is just
too accomplished and too deft to convey the full weight of the
sentiment. That sense of internal (and vocal) torture that Sting had by
the bucket-load feels muted in this 'response' and I feel what may
have been over-done by Sting is now simply under-done by Mields.
In every other aspect it's a near-perfect album of outstanding
musical performances but, for me, it's just not looking closely enough
into that abyss of despair. Even the instruments are slightly short of
this mark, despite their stylish 'The Earl of Essex his Galiard' their
accompaniments can be too perky in the songs.
Having said that, this is so much more than just a stylish
follow-up to a previous album and if only the listeners who were
introduced to Dowland by Sting would now go out and buy this disc too
then we might really be making serious progress as evangelists for
early music. I fear that this disc will join the many other great
recordings of Dowland out there that preach only to the converted, but I
hope that's just my British sense of pessimism speaking.
Hille Perl, Lee Santana, Dorothee Mields (Deutsche Harmonia Mundi 88697225022)
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