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               HANDEL: ACIS AND GALATEA (THE SIXTEEN/HARRY

               CHRISTOPHERS) 4.5*

               The Sixteen brings intimacy and lightness of touch.

               by Alexandra Coghlan

                                             Composers: Handel

                                             Compositions: Acis and Galatea
                                             Performers: The Sixteen/Harry Christophers

                                             Catalogue Number: Coro COR16169 (2CD)

                                             Last autumn Christian Curnyn and the Early Opera

                                             Company released an exceptionally fine Acis and
                                             Galatea on Chandos. Do we really need another

               account of Handel’s early pastoral? In a word, yes. The difference between the two
               is marked. If Curnyn’s account comes bounding into the ear covered in sweat and
               stage-makeup, then Christophers’ is a concert-hall creation. If that makes it sound

               lacklustre then that couldn’t be further from the truth. A close comparison actually
               makes Curnyn’s swifter speeds seem almost frenetic, pushed a little hard compared

               to the easy grace of Christophers’ impeccable band.



               And then there’s the cast. Where Lucy Crowe’s Galatea is full-blooded and
               womanly, Grace Davidson’s here is all crystalline beauty. If occasionally she lacks

               Crowe’s warmth and swell through Handel’s long legatos it’s a price worth paying
               for the sense of unworked innocence.



               The men are a different story. It would be hard to top Curnyn’s trio of Allan
               Clayton, Benjamin Hulett and Jeremy Budd. Budd returns here, promoted from

               Coridon to Acis. Lighter and less heroic he’s an attractive foil for Davidson, but
               his contribution to the love triangle lacks energy. Stuart Young’s Polyphemus too
               is more comic villain than true aggressor. I’m not certain that this approach – a

               sophisticated divertissement rather than would-be-opera – doesn’t suit it better,
               especially under Christophers’ light-touch direction.






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