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Fabrice Fitch One gravitates to the fumeux pieces, perhaps, because of their substantial discography, but the lesser-known selections are often more satisfying because delivered less self-consciously. The famous Fumeux, fume feels unresolved: the languid approach resonates with the disc’s programme but works against the song’s starkly directed cadences. The zest and energy of these performances, with their bright sonic palette and crisp vocal projection, is very engaging; but towards the end of the disc, the energy levels get a touch distracting, the voices almost tripping over themselves as though the notes might escape them. The unheralded Morte m’a sciolt’, amor works better precisely because musical details are allowed to speak for themselves. Granted, a ‘less is more’ philosophy may not be what these musicians are after; but the most arresting track here – from the Litany of the Dead, sung in parallel seconds with just the tenor and the two female voices (unless my ears deceive me?) in unison at the bottom of their range – makes the point most eloquently, all the same. |
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