It’s common to hear musicians say that “it all begins with Bach”. For anyone who has studied music at school, this is particularly true, as his chorales are frequently used as a starting point for teaching harmony and composition. This evening’s recital by the Chorus of Royal Northern Sinfonia also began with a Bach chorale, before showing how Bach’s choral style has inspired and influenced great composers who have followed in his footsteps.
The programme gave us just a few hints of Bach himself, just to remind us of this harmonic starting point, but allowing the voices of the other composers speak for themselves: there were simple chorale settings framing the first half, and a short motet to close. The opening chorale to Jesu, meine Freude began the concert (although the advertising had implied that we were going to hear the entire motet). Conductor Hugh Brunt showed sensitive attention to the text in both this and In meines Herzens Grunde, and the chorus responded with warm and unfussy singing.
The majority of the programme came from the Romantic German tradition. Felix Mendelssohn did much to bring JS Bach back from obscurity and his chorale music, represented here with the motet Richte mich, Gott, often reflects Baroque styles and structure. There was some glorious singing tenors and basses in the opening passage, their power and sense of faith driving the music onwards. We heard more of this in the complexities of Brahms’ motet O Heiland, reiß die Himmel auf, where there was focussed energy from the basses in the first section, and towards the end, a fugue that burned with an inner fire. The disciplined, tight singing wasn’t a consistent feature of this concert though, and in the unforgiving intimacy of Sage Two, there were some audible weaknesses – sometimes individual voices came through too strongly, there were a few little slips and weak entries and quite often the intonation felt tired.
Anton Bruckner’s unaccompanied motets are the musical equivalent of a pre-Raphaelite painting: all the tools and ideas of the past are clothed in a glow of romantic colour. The chorus created some lovely contrasts in Os Justi and Christus factus est; there was solid, well-blended singing at the climaxes, complemented by prayerful quiet passages in which the low basses shone through. On the whole, though, these motets were delivered with solid and competent singing, but they lacked the magic that I expect, particularly Christus factus est: there’s a soprano entry in this motet that usually sends shivers down my spine, but this time I barely even noticed it.