This concert from Wigmore Hall’s Early Music and Baroque Series centred around dances and songs by Luis de Briceño, who appears to have been responsible for the introduction of the five-course Spanish guitar into France in the decades around 1620, his treatise Very easy method to learn to play the guitar in the Spanish style being one of few sources of knowledge about this. Much of the music of this long-forgotten Spanish guitarist, who laid the foundations for the guitar to flourish in France and later in England by the better remembered Francesco Corbetta, has languished in obscurity until resurrected recently by Vincent Dumestre and Le Poème Harmonique.
Dumestre brought with him an unusual but inspired combination of instruments – guitars, harp, a violone (a double bass-sized viol), bass viol, single violin and percussion including bells and castanets and a ~75 cm diameter shallow drum which on one occasion was played using the percussionist’s legs and feet. In a wide variety of forms and combinations, together they produced a light but infinitely rich accompaniment.
The programme was a mixture of instrumental and sung items. The songs were all in Spanish and although texts could be found in the programme, it wasn’t really necessary to consult them since the two singers amply described with their voices and gestures exactly what was going on. Their duets comprised mostly two distinctive styles, which was incredibly effective, but then as in the unaccompanied No so[y] yo quien veis vivir ending on a spine-tingling final note of unison. There were one or two other slow, melancholic laments, but mostly the evening was dedicated to the resolutely cheerful music of Briceño.
The opening Españoleta set the scene for much of the concert, starting with a slow violin solo and building with the other instruments before returning to the violin variations and solo main theme. Also mirrored by many of the evening’s pieces, the Españoleta led straight into to the dramatic Ay ay ah, todos se burlan de mí (Oh, they all make fun of me), with a hint of backlash by the composer at those who mocked his songs and instrument, delivered with passion and a dash of Spanish hauteur. Then, amid all the fervour, a few moments of exquisite Spanish charm, including ¡Ay!, amor loco (Ah, foolish love) and the Andalo zarabanda, both of which were so delicate and floating they could have taken off into the skies.