Just how frightened are you of eternal death? And just how badly do you feel the need for a saviour to redeem you? Because if you’ve just listened to Verdi’s Requiem, especially as performed in Prom 64 last night, the answer should be “Very, very afraid”. By the time bass-baritone Tomasz Konieczny began his intonation of “Mors stupebit” in the Dies irae, I was a quivering wreck. By the time he had finished, I had been reduced to a small puddle on the floor.
The introduction to the Requiem is quiet and calm: an evocation of the eternal rest that we hope for. Andrés Orozco-Estrada and the London Philharmonic Orchestra were not afraid to make it very quiet indeed, almost below the threshold of audibility at the start, yet with a measured tread. After a beautifully weighted crescendo rinforzando, Verdi then gives each of his soloists the chance to present their calling card, with a declamation of the hallowed pleas of “Kyrie eleison” and “Christe eleison”. And at that point, we knew we were in for a special evening, as each of the four showed gorgeous timbre and ardent commitment. Dmytro Popov’s voice rang out a clarion call in true Verdian dramatic tenor style. Konieczny isn’t strong in the lowest notes, but his middle and upper ranges are full and melodious. Dame Sarah Connolly gave warmth and authority. But it was soprano Lise Davidsen who capped them all.
Davidsen’s performance was extraordinary. She has a huge voice which can soar above the orchestra at will, but which she tamed to get the right balance in duets with Connolly. At whatever level, the timbre is peaches and cream. She could start a note clean and enrich it deliciously with vibrato as the note progresses, or simply go for a rock solid top note. And she could inject drama at any turn.
In spite of being a late replacement, stepping in for the indisposed Karen Cargill, Connolly sang as if she had been rehearsing the piece for weeks. The volume didn’t match Davidsen in full flow but was audible enough, the timbre was as smooth as you could hope for and her phrasing and manner stamped authority. Popov’s Ingemisco had strength and melodic line that made it feel almost Wagnerian, followed by Konieczny’s high spot, a Confutatis that was thrillingly phrased and opulent in colour.