In a musical tour around Great Britain, the dramatic focus was centred on Wales and Scotland, with James MacMillian’s Three Interludes from The Sacrifice: and The Confession of Isobel Gowdie opening and closing the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra’s concert at the Basingstoke Anvil. MacMillan himself conducted the evening, adding Walton’s Viola Concerto and Vaughan Williams’ Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis as the English contribution.
In a typical bit of Proms programming, MacMillan’s The Confession of Isobel Gowdie was slotted in between Sibelius and Beethoven in a 1990 Prom concert. Rather than the usual polite applause, the audience raised the roof in their appreciation. Two years later his percussion concerto, Veni, Veni Emmanuel, written for Evelyn Glennie, further marked MacMillan out as a composer of the highest rank. His threnody for Isobel Gowdie (or more accurately, I suggest, a coronach, the ancient Highland dirge form than can involved woman shrieking and wailing) is based on the appalling story of a Scottish woman who was strangled and burnt in pitch after her apparent confessions of what was considered to be witchcraft. James MacMillan is a devout Catholic and, despite laying the blame for the appalling persecution of women on the Reformation in his own programme note, clearly felt a very personal sense of empathy and ownership, describing this work as “the Requiem that Isobel Gowdie never had”. Since 1990, it has become more common for some world leaders to apologise for the wrongs of their forebears, and this intense, complex and frequently violent work is similarly intended to “crave absolution” on behalf of the Scottish people and to offer Isobel Gowdie “the mercy and humanity that was denied her in the last days of her life”. The work forms a huge arch, with the mysterious opening woodwind and string murmurs reappearing after an enormous crescendo that features a pair of drummers standing, Nielsen-like, on either side of the orchestra and a series of 13 massive staccato crashes from the full orchestra. After a moment of apparent resolution, the work ends with an extraordinary long held single note, starting sotto voce, but building up to a massive fffff screech of pain. The often primal outpourings were delivered brilliantly by the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra players.