Amongst opera’s myriad tones and voices, there’s none that delivers a simple, direct punch to the emotions quite like a Handelian high note, held pure and clean at the start with a touch of vibrato to add colour as the note progresses. In Saul at Glyndebourne, Lucy Crowe delivered that kind of knock-out punch in just her fourth note – the “raised” of the oratorio’s first aria, ”An infant raised by thy command”. It set a high standard for everyone else to follow, and follow it they did.
And, indeed, exceeded it: when Iestyn Davies’ David attributes his victory over Goliath to God (”O king, your favours with delight, I take, but must refuse your praise”), the strength and purity of the countertenor’s voice were heart-melting. And Crowe and Davies were not alone: time and again through this performance, one singer after another gave us assured line, sweet timbre and, most of all, perfect elocution of Charles Jennens’ libretto. The Glyndebourne Chorus were also taking care of their intelligibility: I’ve heard them a lot louder, but never as clear. The emphasis on diction is worth it, because Jennens’ poetry is exquisite, and once Handel has applied his musical alchemy to lines like “His temper knows no middle state / Extreme alike in love or hate,” the result is pure gold.
By Barrie Kosky’s standards, this is a relatively straightforward production – only in the Witch of Endor sequence do we get any Regietheater weirdness (including Kosky’s liking, going by ENO’s Castor and Pollux, for bits of people growing upwards out of the earth). Straightforward, maybe, but packed with visual treats. Some of the tableaux were breathtaking: our opening view of the chorus, clad in Handel-era costumes, could have come straight from the paintbrush of Rubens, while the staging of the Act III Sinfonia, the organist rising on a rotating console amidst a sea of candles, produced an audible gasp (the organist is presumably depicting Handel himself, who in real life spent an unconscionable sum on a new organ for use in Saul).