Spiegel im Spiegel, a joint production between the Amsterdam Sinfonietta and the Nederlands Kamerkoor referencing the minimalist world of Arvo Pärt, was a bold and highly attractive concept. Juxtaposing Baltic and English choral and string music in a constantly changing line-up, gave the audience the opportunity to look at this varied repertoire with fresh eyes. Clever production and lighting allowed the music to continue seamlessly, almost like a stream of consciousness.
Emerging out of the darkness, the evening opened with cellist Tim Posner’s reading of Pärt’s Spiegel im Spiegel; a work we would hear again at the end of the concert. This was a measured and deliberate performance, fluctuating from pale, almost ethereal sounds, to a hypnotic richness in this never-ending world of stepwise movement.
Moving swiftly on, the beautiful opening of Vaughan Williams' Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis created a wonderfully silky sound, a truly British sound world which immediately transported us to the British countryside. The second orchestra, standing behind and serving as a most effective echo, cleverly created a resonance more akin to the vastness of Gloucester Cathedral where the work was premiered in 1910. Never abrasive, always caressing and coaxing, the musicians (augmented by ten students from the Amsterdam Conservatoire) looked like they were having fun. Tight ensemble and discipline were the order of the day. The Sinfonietta, under the leadership of Candida Thompson, more than deserve their reputation as one of the finest string orchestras on the circuit today.
And so to the chilling primal cries against the evil of war found in Curse Upon Iron by Estonian composer Veljo Tormis. Entering the stage with a solitary and lonesome drumbeat given by their conductor, Martina Batič, the Nederlands Kamerkoor took us to a world of Gregorian Chant. Resonant and incredibly low, repetitive bass notes abounded. This was a war cry in the very literal sense. But more was required, especially from the sopranos and altos who at times failed to cut through the texture and were literally beaten into submission by the lone drumbeat, now provided by a most theatrical Thompson.