Who better to sing of the birth of the planet and its infancy than a choir of young, fresh voices who themselves only came into the world relatively recently? Haydn’s gloriously tuneful Creation sprang to new life at the Royal Albert Hall last night in the vocal cords of the 200 singers of the BBC Proms Youth Choir in a heartwarming affirmation of the abundance of new choral talent in this country. Sitting in the audience was our planet guardian-in-chief Sir David Attenborough, and while he might have challenged some of the science, he seemed entirely enchanted by this hymn of praise to the natural world.
Meticulous direction, first from the harpsichord and then the fortepiano, came from Omer Meir Wellber, the BBC Philharmonic’s new live-wire chief conductor, who takes up the post this month. He made his Proms debut last week, conducting a newly-energised BBC Phil in a storming performance of Schumann’s Fourth Symphony. Last night he pulled another rabbit out of the hat, this time transforming the orchestra into an authentic 18th-century band.
Gone were the broad sweeping gestures of their Romantic 19th-century sound from last week and in came tangy, vibrato-less strings and crisper, harder-edged woodwind, all beautifully decorated by Meir Wellber at the keyboard. He moved from the harpsichord to the fortepiano in the second half in an innovation that drew directly on the text. We had reached the fifth day of the earth’s creation, so why not reflect this by demonstrating the growth and development of musical technology in Haydn’s time, too?
It was just one of the many imaginative features of this performance, which towards the close featured the soloists speaking their recitatives and breaking from the German into English, to bring us into the here-and-now of modern London. And that great moment at the start of the piece, when the chorus sings mysteriously of God’s spirit moving on the face of the waters before the explosion of sound on the words “Let there be Light” was intensified by having these highly disciplined young singers perform from memory, hurling their voices out into the dark void of the RAH.