I doubt that even the beloved Britten himself could have prompted EMI to front money for a new studio recording of his masterpiece, 'Billy Budd,' but recording a concert performance from London's Barbican Hall last December has paid off artistically. Daniel Harding's leadership of the London Sym. is electrifying, and the whole cast seems inspired by the occasion (even more so than on Kent Nagano's exceptionally fine version on Erato, also done in concert, with the Halle Orch.). I have never heard the score played better, and any lover of this opera can feel confident that wonderful things happen on the podium -- a five-star account on that score.
Also satisfying is Billy Budd himself as sung by Nathan Gunn. The role of the 'handsome sailor' is ambiguously positioned between beauty as a spiritual quality (Billy as Christ-like) and a sexual one (Billy as Eros). Gunn is one of the new breed of physically compelling singers who fit the erotic aspect, and he also has a light, flexible voice that sounds more youthful and innocent than either Peter Glossop, who sings the role under Britten's baton (Decca) or Thomas Hampson (for Nagano). Critics may find that Gunn's voice lacks 'face,' and for sheer volume and beauty of tone he can't match Hampson; even so, he is musical and touching.
His tormentor and anguished secret admirer, Claggart, is turned into a snarling, barrel-voiced sadist by Gidon Saks, a power-house basso profundo. As much as I'd prefer to hear a more shaded characterization, Saks creates a powerful melodramatic effect. Which brings us to the third leg of the tripod, Captain Vere, who sees Billy in spiritual terms but feels compelled to sentence him to death. The singer for whom the part was written, Peter Pears, could encompass many shades of psychological tension, and in his way so could Pears's latter-day replacement, Ian Bostridge, under the right conditions. Unfortunately, good as he was as Quint in Harding's great 'Turn of the Screw,' Bostridge is seriously miscast here.
The voice is perpetually juvenile, and that doesn't work for either side of Vere: the commanding figure who inspires his men in battle or the aged Vere recalling the tale in a state of tortued guilt. Bostridge sounds like the cabin boy dressed up in an officer's uniform. The poignancy and force of Vere's apotheosis in the final minutes of the opera just don't come across. If you can get past this problem, as I couldn't, he has much to offer. All the minor roles are taken by exemplary English stalwarts, and the chorus is exceptionally fine, the best on any rendition.
Virgin/EMI's sound is close-up and very clear, allowing us to hear E.M. Forster's literate -- and literary -- libretto. For 'Billy Budd' aficionados, this is the revised two-act version rather than the original four-act one, which was rumored to be too bellicose for the pacifist Pears (but see a knowledgeable commenter who argues that Pears's discomfort with the battle scene was vocal, not political). Frankly, I think the action needs the omitted patriotic displays, so I prize the Nagano set, which reverts back to the original score, before Pears convinced Britten to revise it.
There hasn't been a bad 'Billy Budd' since the premiere in 1951 (you can hear an air-check on VAI), so this new one joins a golden tradition. For me, it earns its place on the shelf largely due to Harding's inspired conducting, and the cast admirably carries out his intentions. If only EMI hadn't spread the opera out over three discs.