REVIEW: Tim Robinson’s verdict on York Musical Society, Philharmonischer Chor Münster & The Ebor Singers, Elgar’s The Dream Of Gerontius, York Minster, June 6

Conductor David Pipe

IN its 150th year, York Musical Society joined with Philharmonischer Chor Münster and The Ebor Singers to perform Elgar’s The Dream Of Gerontius.

Intensely passionate, strangely driven, deeply spiritual: just three ways to describe this wonderful performance delivered by David Pipe and his choir and orchestra of more than 250.

The passion is right there with the conductor. He embodies the music, every part of him leading this dance, almost balletic in his own movements. Whilst the three choirs have been rehearsing separately, David Pipe’s ability to bring them together on the day is remarkable witness to his outstanding musical leadership.

Sam Furness’s first line, a prayer, after the orchestral introduction, “Jesus Maria – I am near to death and thou art calling me”, was delivered sotto voce and with gorgeous restraint. This was both deeply felt and perhaps a little operatic – hardly surprising that Elgar drew inspiration from Wagner.

Furness handled the many facets of Gerontius’s emotional and spiritual journey with ease, delivering closely knit contrasting lines with consummate skill.

The orchestra accompanied choirs and soloists with great sensitivity. Towards the end of the piece, the Angel sings pianissimo, Softly and gently, dearly ransomed soul. The soloist and orchestra almost melted into each other with the tenderness and assurance of these words.

Kate Symonds-Joy’s Angel gave an exquisite performance throughout, almost still in the quieter moments, yet she gave spell-binding fortissimos, for example in the preamble to the great chorus, “Praise to the holiest”.

James Cleverton, as the Priest and Angel of the Agony, sang with great power throughout, deliberately contrasting with the voices of Gerontius and the Angel.

The three choirs were brought together to produce a great sound. Imitations of laughing (Ha! ha!) were vigorously proclaimed, whilst the great crescendo in “To Praise to the holiest” was delivered with warmth and accuracy. The orchestral accompaniment was always steadfast, flexible and sensitive to the singers.

Such events as these belong to amateur singers who are part of Great Britain and Germany’s great choral societies. This is difficult music both in its technical reach and emotional charge. Their dedicated work over a period of months comes to fruition on this one night. It was good to see both Dr Martin Henning, director of Philharmonischer Chor Münster, alongside David Pipe taking a bow.

Thank you for a terrific evening. Our great choral tradition remains in confident hands.

Review by Tim Robinson, musician, choral and chamber concert reviewer and former Church of England vicar at All Saints’ Church, Helmsley, serving Helmsley and Upper Ryedale Benefice for 11 years until retirement in 2021; also as Area Dean of Northern Ryedale.

REVIEW: Martin Dreyer’s verdict on York Musical Society’s Mozart Requiem

Bass-baritone soloist Alex Ashworth. Picture: Debbie Scanlan

Mozart Requiem, York Musical Society, at York Minster, June 18

THERE was plenty of early evidence that the York Musical Society chorus was in excellent health despite the pandemic, in an evening mainly involving two works Mozart wrote in his last two months. Evidence, too, that its conductor David Pipe has acquired a more confident stance.

In the Requiem, heads were well out of copies for the Kyrie’s double fugue, which held no terrors for the choir, so that the succeeding Dies Irae, where the strings also had to be on their mettle, was stirringly crisp.

The soprano soloist Anita Watson had interjected her ‘Te Decet Hymnus’ very smoothly at the start and it was no surprise that she remained the most relaxed member of the solo quartet.

The bass-baritone Alex Ashworth opened the Tuba Mirum forthrightly enough but lacked real heft at the bottom of his range. Nevertheless, the quartet made a well-blended entity, all four minimising their vibrato: the Recordare was persuasively prayerful; the Benedictus almost as satisfying if more operatic.

The quartet’s inner voices were Kate Symonds-Joy and Peter Davoren. The choir meanwhile was going from strength to strength, with the sopranos benefiting from a white-hot engine-room of keen voices at its core. This paid special dividends whenever they had high entries, notably in the Domine Jesu.

There had been a notably transparent texture when sopranos and altos were duetting in the Confutatis; tenors and basses were marginally less effective, though as ‘lost souls’ they had some excuse. That, and the following Lacrimosa, which had an intoxicating lilt, proved to be the heart of the work, which ended serenely.

The orchestra had its moments too. Throughout the work, the bass line – cellos and double basses – gave the firmest possible foundation, always a bonus for a choir. The trombones had a field day, at once funereal and majestic. The violins, so often hard-worked but under-recognised in Viennese masses, were splendidly attentive, led by Nicola Rainger.

The evening had opened with Haydn’s motet Insanae et Vanae Curae, his late adaptation of a storm chorus from an oratorio on Tobias. It was good to hear its orchestral version, when so often in cathedrals it is organ-accompanied. In truth it got off to a bumpy start but was much more incisive on its repeat, with its gentler F major section bringing tears to the eyes, as it promised balm after woe.

In between the choral works, Jonathan Sage was the highly effective soloist in Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto. His runs were steady, his trills tight, and he offered plenty of light and shade. Playing a basset clarinet – an A clarinet with extension that enlarges the lowest, chalumeau register – he managed a movingly intimate ending to the slow movement. He also injected little touches of ornamentation into repeats during the closing rondo, which positively danced.

David Pipe’s orchestra was with him every step of the way. Indeed, Pipe remained cool and controlled all evening.

Review by Martin Dreyer