Of course my friend from Ireland is weeping...at the Stabat Mater. Notice that it's the only Italian-originated performance in this compendium.
This famous Caracciolo-conducted recording has received so many raves over the years I'll refrain from adding another, except to ask "What do you expect from the Orchestra Alessandro Scarlatti di Napoli (Rossini Orchestra), one of the most unique ensembles ever established?" And for that matter, Caracciolo? Here we have complete and utter surrender to the text and Neapolitan idiom. Having one of the greatest Monteverdi singers ever (Lehane) and lyric singers ever (Raskin) in on it doesn't hurt, either. Of course it'll make a great effect.
So just find the reel, cassette or album of the Caracciolo...or buy this and copy it onto a CD...and trade it in on something else, because the performance paradigms of the standard-issue English groups that round this out don't sound very much like the real Neapolitan singing you hear out in the Campanian and Calabrese hinterlands, in immense but deserted cathedrals. It's only a foggy copy, and do you really have the shelf space for something where the text is so lost at sea?
For that's what you still have to do for idomatic recordings of these things--go on a voyage of discovery. If you look hard enough and travel far enough, you can put your hands on some real treasures from Cosenza, Caserta, Avellino, Benevento, Reggio di Calabria, things from little choirs singing in out-of-the-way places, many not giving a fig if anything but the goats hear them. Then you're home. Then you'll realize that this type of music needs a real Bartok-type researcher to uncover its many glories. The world is only about one-third there.
One great cut from a sea of bland competency does not make for anything resembling a whole-hearted recommendation. Do what you have to do.