Bryn Terfel, Malcolm Martineau - The Vagabond (1995)

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Title: The Vagabond
Year Of Release: 1995
Label: Deutsche Grammophon
Genre: Classical
Quality: FLAC (tracks)
Total Time: 01:17:15
Total Size: 247 Mb
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Tracklist:

Songs of Travel (Ralph Vaughan Williams)
1 I. The Vagabond 03:16
2 II. Let Beauty Awake 02:00
3 III. The Roadside Fire 02:24
4 IV. Youth and Love 03:43
5 V. In Dreams 02:57
6 VI. The Infinite Shining Heavens 02:37
7 VII. Whither Must I Wander? 04:04
8 VIII. Bright is the Ring of Words 01:51
9 IX. I Have Trod the Upward and the Downward Slope 02:22
Let us garlands bring, Op. 18 (Gerald Finzi)
10 Come Away, Come Away, Death 04:05
11 Who Is Silvia? 01:26
12 Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun 05:50
13 O Mistress Mine 02:11
14 It Was a Lover and His Lass 02:37
Bredon Hill and Other Songs (George Butterworth)
15 Bredon Hill 04:48
16 Oh Fair Enough Are Sky and Plain 03:17
17 When the Lad for Longing Sighs 01:44
18 On the Idle Hill of Summer 03:08
19 With Rue My Heart is Laden 01:54
Sea Fever (John Ireland)
20 I Must Go Down to the Seas Again 02:26
The vagabond (John Ireland)
21 Dunno a Heap About the What an' Why 01:57
The Bells of San Marie (John Ireland)
22 It's Pleasant in Holy Mary by San Marie lagoon 02:40
A Shropshire Lad (George Butterworth)
23 Loveliest of Trees 02:44
24 When I Was One-And-Twenty 01:25
25 Look Not in My Eyes 02:02
26 Think No More, Lad 01:23
27 The Lads in Their Hundreds 02:25
28 Is My Team Ploughing? 03:59

Performers:
Bryn Terfel (bass-baritone)
Malcolm Martineau (piano)

There's a touch of genius about Bryn Terfel.
To those who've known most of these songs since childhood and heard them well performed innumerable times, it will come not quite as a revelation but more as the fulfilment of a deeply felt wish, instinctive rather than consciously formed. As in all the best Lieder singing, everything is specific: 'Fly away, breath' we recite, thinking nothing of it, but with this singer it's visual – we see it in flight, just as in Sea Fever we know in the very tiniest of gaps that in that second he has heard 'the seagulls crying'. As in all the best singing of songs, whatever the nationality, there's strong, vivid communication: he'll sometimes sing so softly that if he'd secured anything less than total involvement he'd lose us. There's breadth of phrase, variety of tone, alertness of rhythm.
All the musical virtues are there; and yet that seems to go only a little way towards accounting for what's special.One after another, these songs are brought to full life. There's a boldness about Terfel's art that could be perilous, but which, as exercised here, is marvellously well guided by musicianship, intelligence and the genuine flash of inspiration. Malcolm Martineau's playing is also a delight: his touch is as sure and illuminating as the singer's.