
It’s a delightful selection, split up further into evocative
subheadings, which mixes songs familiar and less well known, the
expected with the unexpected. Schubert, Wolf and Brahms dominate the
larger, German part of the programme, beautifully performed. But we also
have the disarming, twinkling simplicity of Reger’s ‘Des Kindes Gebet’,
as well as Adolf Strauss’s suave ‘Ich weiss bestimmt’, presented with a
gentle pathos and sophistication that quietly underlines the tragedy of
its having been composed in Terezín – here, as throughout, the
piano-playing of James Baillieu is superb.
Appl’s move to the UK is announced in a confused whirl with Poulenc’s Hyde Park
and then a half a dozen songs in English, with a slightly more folksy
tone. You’ll have to go a long way to hear more enchanting accounts of
Britten’s ‘Greensleeves’, Ireland’s ‘If there were dreams to sell’ or
Bishop’s ‘Home, sweet home’. Appl’s English, unsurprisingly, cannot be
faulted. The two Grieg songs that make up the epilogue are outstanding,
too. But the final moments of an otherwise near-ideal account of ‘Ein
Traum’ highlight one reservation. The voice is very beautiful across a
broad range but it remains a great deal happier up to forte than above it, where it loses flexibility and can develop a slightly fuzzy, even woofy quality.
It’s an issue that will hopefully be ironed out as Appl develops. As
it is, though, there is more than enough quality in his singing, and
pleasure to be had from his musicianship and interpretative instincts,
for this charming and often moving disc to be confidently recommended. (Gramophone)
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