Emilia Bertolini, Sergio Bucheli and Lucie Chabard, Love And Melancholy, National Centre for Early Music, York, December 7
NOT the least of the many pleasures thrown up by these festivals is the discovery of new talent in the NCEM Platform Artists’ programme.
Here we enjoyed the Australian soprano Emilia Bertolini, the French harpsichordist Lucie Chabard and the Mexican theorbist Sergio Bucheli, whose common denominator is that they undertook all or part of their training in London, underlining its status as the world capital of advanced music education.
Between songs by Purcell in this midday recital, they included chansons by three of his French contemporaries along with two instrumental interludes. Bertolini is in fact no stranger to North Yorkshire, having played Cupid in Venus & Adonis at last year’s Ryedale Festival with considerable flair. The same enthusiasm shone through her Purcell.
There were some neat decorations in I Attempt From Love’s Sickness To Flyand a lovely line in Fairest Isle, following a tasty instrumental intro. The trio combined graphically in She Loves And She Confesses Too, with its intimations of witchcraft, taken from Abraham Cowley’s The Mistress (1680), while Man Is For The Woman Made was wittily cheeky.
Bertolini has a nicely focused soprano with a touch of darker tone that adds creaminess. This tended to evaporate when she sang the chansons from a seated position. But, standing again, it returned perfectly for the wide leaps of O Solitude and a leisurely account of An Evening Hymn, where her breath control was superb.
Her encore was fascinating: a setting of Thomas Carew’s No More Shall Meads Be Deck’d With Flowers by Nicholas Lanier, the first Master of the King’s Musick, with its Italian-style strophic variations.
Bucheli threaded his way calmly through the improvisational thickets of a Kapsberger toccata, while Chabard’s harpsichord found a nice balance between her hands in an instrumental version of Les Sourdines, an air from Lully’s opera Armide(1686). An elegant programme, stylishly delivered.
Review by Martin Dreyer