In 2015, when Amartuvshin Enkhbat sang “Cortigiani, vil razza dannata” to the jury at the Cardiff Singer of the World Competition, I was one of many people astonished that he didn’t win the first prize. With Covid interfering with the progress of his career, it’s been a long wait to hear Enkhbat sing the title role of Rigoletto on a big stage. But last night at Covent Garden, the wait was over and it's been well worth it. I had high expectations and he surpassed them all.
At its fundamentals, this is a huge bear-growl of a voice, with power to burn and dark colours not often found in a baritone. But clear Italian diction shines through the darkness and when Enkhbat chooses to smooth things out, he does so with a seductive, velvety legato. Like many Verdi baritone roles, Rigoletto spends a lot of time around or above middle C, but the high tessitura holds no terrors for Enkhbat, whose impressive depth of timbre is maintained throughout: he’s even comfortably smooth in the snatches where Rigoletto parodies a high voice. But it’s not just the voice that impressed – Enkhbat delivered a classy acting performance, moving through Rigoletto’s mood swings and explosive changes of temper both vocally and physically, as credible in his interactions with the Duke and the courtiers as he was as a fond but overprotective and fatally authoritarian parent.
Pretty Yende provided the perfect foil as Gilda, combining brightness of timbre with excellent legato, good intelligibility and complete security of phrasing and intonation. It’s unfair to compare the acting performances of the two roles because Gilda is such a one-dimensional character by comparison, but Yende did better than many at contrasting the reality of an ordinary (if cocooned) young girl with Rigoletto’s deluded idea of her virginal purity. Gilda’s decision to sacrifice her own life for that of the libertine Duke is always difficult for the audience to accept, but Yende succeeded in making us feel that Gilda, at least, sincerely believes it to be her only option.
I struggled with Stefan Pop’s characterisation of the Duke. He was fine vocally: it’s a tenor with plenty of brightness and an attractive timbre. Indeed, the Act 3 quartet, with Enkhbat, Yende and Ramona Zaharia as an excellent Maddalena, was as good as I’ve ever heard it. But Pop ratcheted up the menace from the very beginning and maintained it throughout, which lost the point that the Duke is so dangerous because he is suavely attractive.