{"product_id":"franz-schubert_lieder_2019","title":"Lieder","description":"There are two \"Schwanengesang,\" one still human, inspired by the nostalgic poetry of Ludwig Rellstab, and the haunted tableaux of the six poems by Heine. Gerald Finley brings forth the fluid poetry of the early lieder, shading his timbre, singing as if in the shadow of his voice, a disturbing effect that the shimmering piano of Julius Drake further enhances. And when the gesture must become more imperative, as in \"Aufenthalt,\" everything remains contained by an inexorable tension that ennobles the pain. The \"Abschied\" will flow, bittersweet, with Julius Drake fidgeting at the keyboard. All of this is supremely sung, but could it suffice with Heine? From the proclamation of \"Atlas,\" everything changes; the timbre becomes charred, the words deepen, the phrasings thunder, the ultimate dramatic gesture before the twilight of these white recitations that are \"Ihr Bild\" and \"Das Fischermädchen,\" which Gerald Finley sings as if for himself, lonely words preparing for the crossing of the mirror of the ultimate trio: Julius Drake extends the mists that envelop \"Die Stadt,\" Finley's grayish baritone seems to return from another world, a specter of notes that will express in a supreme slowness the empty poetry of \"Am Meer\" before the encounter with the Double, between silence and cry. What a moment! that refuses all expressionism to find in terror this music as if it came from the beyond on the sad piano like a dead water of Julius Drake, who does not accompany but seems to play alone in another place. I fear after this void the tender postlude of \"Die Taubenpost,\" Finley does not change the dreary color of his words, as if no hope were allowed (while Hermann Prey added a smile here, tender feelings that moved me): this coherence makes all these Lieder even more relentless. A surprising idea to add to this cycle of dissolution that of the Vier ernste Gesänge, words from Ecclesiastes that Brahms dressed in his meditative music, in both proclamation and pain. Gerald Finley lacks both the deep timbre and the clear words; his singing drowns, drags, exhausts itself, so rather return to his \"Schwanengesang.\" (Discophilia - Artalinna.com) (Jean-Charles Hoffelé)","brand":"Franz Schubert","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58138969571672,"sku":null,"price":20191001.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0898\/4943\/0360\/files\/0034571282886.jpg?v=1787352231","url":"https:\/\/vinyles.com\/en\/products\/franz-schubert_lieder_2019","provider":"Vinyles.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}