I want to agree with the enthusiastic praise of young Philippe Sly offered already, but there's also more to say in detail. To be one of the winners of the Met's national auditions doesn't guarantee a high-profile career. One hears immediately why the judges were impressed by such a young singer. The voice is rounded and mature-sounding, with a natural flair for open-hearted romance. These qualities show up in particular in the Three Tennyson Songs written for Sly by a composer friend in Canada, Jonathan Dove. they bring out the strong middle register of Sly's voice, and with emotions worn on his sleeve, he sounds in English astonishingly like Josh Groban. A crossover career awaits if Sly wants it.
But his natural gift is for German lieder and French chansons. sly attracted immediate notice with a YouTube video where he sings Schubert's Erlkonig. I think he was barely twenty-one, but the authority of the interpretation made it seem as if Sly was Gerard Souzay in his prime. Or to come closer to home, he sounded like Sanford Sylvan, the exceptional lieder singer who was one of his teachers at McGill University. In voice and manner student and teacher are very close.
With that video in mind, I was eager to hear what Sly could do with Schumann's ardent Dichterliebe cycle. The news is mixed. In the faster songs he does beautifully. One believes that his is a poet in the springtime of love, careless in rapture and sorrow. But the slow songs aren't quite as successful. He has o trouble sustaining a long line, but the emotion turns a little generic - for the first time, I was aware of a gifted singer who is still on a learning curve. sly isn't helped by the dragging tempos set by his accompanist, whose solo playing - an important element in Schumann's song writing - is prosaic throughout.
Better are the chansons by the obscure French composer Guy Repartz (who was quite long-lived, 1864-1955). These Quatre poemes are taken from the same collection of Heine lyrics that Schumann drew upon; they are quasi-Faure more than quasi-Ravel, and Sly sings them more comfortably than the Schumann, no doubt because of his French-Canadian background. Just as impressive are Ravel's little song cycle Don Quichotte a dulcinee. Sly is far form sounding like the aged knight of the woeful countenance, but his musical instincts serve him well here, and the listener's enjoyment isn't hounded, as it was in Dichterliebe, by past greats who did more as mature artists than Sly can do right now in his early twenties.
This is a potentially great singer of art songs, a genre that attracts baritones because they can shine outside the shadow of tenors, who steal the juicy parts in the opera house. Sly will no doubt focus on becoming an opera star, as well he should. He has finished a year in the San Francisco Opera's apprentice program, and when the time is right, I'm sure the Met will beckon. but if he could keep his eye on lieder and chansons, the audience, although much smaller, will adore him. It's hard not to already.