Though Rossini’s name is synonymous with 19th-century comic opera, his contribution to sacred music is not inconsiderable; a sizeable collection of masses, hymns and cantatas reach the pinnacle of their popularity in two works that still make an entertaining evening in the concert hall or church. The first is the Stabat Mater of 1832 (revised 1841), and the second is the Petite Messe Solennelle of 1863 (revised 1867). Premièred on 14 March 1864 at the home of Louise, comtesse de Pillet-Will in Paris, the original scoring of the latter work consisted of twelve solo voices, two pianos and a harmonium, and given the pleasure of several recordings of this version, we may assume that that première must have been both delightful and hilarious. Fearing that the work might be overlooked after his death, Rossini arranged the score for orchestra and it was first heard in this version a few months after his death in Paris, 1869. As one might expect from Rossini, and as one finds with the sacred works of composers generally affiliated with opera (Verdi’s Messa di Requiem and Puccini’s Messa di Gloria, for example), the music has a distinctively dramatic flavour and for this reason Rossini’s score is certainly not small and anything but solemn. Rossini, like any good Catholic boy, prayed:
Dear God, here it is, finished, this poor little mass. Is it sacred music that I have written or damned music? I was born for opera buffa, as you know well! Little technique, a little heart, that’s all. Be blessed then and grant me Paradise.
Naturally, given the size of the Liverpool Philharmonic Chorus and the availability of a good orchestra, it is the latter version that was presented at Liverpool’s Philharmonic Hall this week. The rather modest opulence of Philharmonic Hall’s 1930s art deco interior with its nude muses made an amusing contribution to the atmosphere that surrounds this inimitable work, and yet I can’t help but think that the piece would have been better transported 100 yards or so up the road to Liverpool’s vast Anglican cathedral, where Rossini’s absurdly amusing score would have been allowed to float around that enormous stone edifice.
Directed by Baroque specialist Ottavio Dantone, the jaunty orchestral introduction of the Kyrie did get off to a slightly hesitant start with the string section taking a moment to settle into Rossini’s syncopated and creeping opening. This unsettling start, however, lasted only a few bars, and at the staggered, slow entrance of the chorus a firm foundation was laid for the remainder of the performance. The orchestral opening of the Gloria was especially impressive with regards to the string section – though perhaps not with the warmest of tones, the togetherness of the section was staggering, with every demisemiquaver absolutely in time. The Gloria also introduces the soloists, each of whom possessed a warm, robust voice entirely suitable to the demands of the music.