28 Feb
Miserere in Melbourne
The choir has moved on to Melbourne; the orchestra has a day off in Sydney; I am still in Hong Kong for another day of meetings; and our offices and colleagues in London and Oxford are helping keep the show on the road.
Tonight’s concert is at the Melbourne Recital Centre at 7.30, with a programme including Allegri’s Miserere and works by Palestrina, Anerio and Marenzio.
The South China Morning Posts arts critics are notorious for finding fault with nearly every event they review (apparently even the Concertgebouw Orchestra got short shrift recently), so maybe today’s review of our Messiah last Saturday isn’t so bad, although it starts with the usual (and here rather tedious, as well as inaccurate) numerological debate: ‘Directed by Harry Christophers, The Sixteen Choir seems a misnomer: on Saturday it was sporting 18 singers on stage, 16 in the programme notes and around 30 on the posters.
Christophers was once one of the 18 boy choristers at Britain’s Canterbury Cathedral, traditionally known as The Sixteen in deference to ancient statutes. If the point seems laboured, it at least offers a frame for asking whether size matter’s in Handel’s Messiah, which has a greater role for the chorus than his other oratorios.
The work’s unsinkable popularity was confirmed in this highly enjoyable Arts Festival performance, by turns zingy and introspective, and sporting every colour bar grey. Christophers kept the action moving slickly, regularly tweaking details in the instrumental ensemble’s rock-solid support. The chorus delivered faultlessly from a technical standpoint but often sounded once-removed from the emotions, not simply by being small in number but also by being consciously restrained by Christophers in volume and edge.
The four soloists commanded an impressive narrative flair, sometimes captivating more by a sense of theatricality, however, than the quality of voice that Handel puts so roundly to the test. The exception was countertenor Robin Blaze, whose beguiling shifts in tone and responsiveness to textual shading were exemplary throughout. You would have to go a long way before hearing a more telling performance of ‘He was despised’.
Tenor James Gilchrist led the pack in terms of projection; bass Matthew Brook hooked us with dramatic presence; soprano Gillian Keith trod a middle path. And did the local audience oblige tradition by rising for the ‘Hallelujah’ chorus? Yes, in a bemused, Mexican wave sort of way.’






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