Bergonzi is a wonder: 66 years old and still turning phrases with that neat and stylish precision of his (still with his endearing slight lisp), well able to match Sutherland in ample phrasing and with a breath control that tenors half his age might envy. No, he doesn't make much of Maurizio's character, such as it is (in my experience only Levine's ardent Phcido Domingo has done so) and yes, the top notes do cost him an audible effort, but it's a pleasure to hear him again. So it is to hear Sénéchal, as incisive and insinuating with his words as ever. Ciurca as the baleful Princess is a bit of an eyeball-roller, and her tendency to force should be curbed, but how good at last to hear a real Italian mezzo in this role, and without a hint of that break between registers that makes most performances of the Princess's Act 2 aria sound as though a yodelling song had been imported into the opera. Nucci is the disappointment: decent enough fullvoiced singing (though with a tinge of nasality at times), a bit of sollo race parlando to pass as acting, but no real trace of Michonnet's rather touching character, an old cynic moved by love for the first time but far too late.

One doesn't usually mention the Princess's cypher of a husband in reviews of this opera, but one or two brief passages cut from the published score have been restored and in an interesting but ludicrously implausible aside it is he who gives his wife the idea of poisoning her rival. Waiting for her guests before the party she asks a servant for some face-powder. "Not that powder! Why, a mere sniff could kill you ...," says her husband who we now learn is an enthusiastic amateur chemist ("Parties oblige me to clear out my laboratory", he observes wearily, is my current candidate for the silliest line in all opera). Rather dully sung, his enigmatic song about the poison, but interesting, as I say, and lovers of this opera will have to hear it.

Comparisons are unavoidable, and they are bound to seem severe. Even in Maurizio Arena's RCA set, hampered by a reduced-voltage Adriana (Raina Kabaivanska) and an over-parted tenor (Alberta Cupido) the opera has more life and dramatic thrust to it, while in Levine's luxuriously cast version (Scotto and Domingo are joined by Sherrill Milnes as a rueful and affecting Michonnet, with Elena Obraztsova's throatily melodramatic Princess the only unconvincing link) all the libretto's apparent absurdities are transcended: the heartstrings, resist who may, are tugged. Whereas the new recording, by comparison considerately but rather stodgily conducted, sounds like a concert performance: a concert, mind you, at which three seasoned troupers clearly enjoyed themselves a good deal, for which their admirers would have queued all night and after which they would have cheered themselves happily, gratefully and nostalgically hoarse. And who could deny the value of recording such an occasion as that?

-- Gramophone [9/1990]