It seemed fitting that the Calton Consort's Tenth Anniversary Concert should also be a celebration of the genre they have made their own - contemporary music. Under the direction of Jason Orringe - conductor since its foundation - the choir offered a very varied programme of choral music by living composers, ranging in age from 41 to 103.
In his excellent, concise programme notes, Orringe described the musical language of Morten Lauridsen (1943-) as "melodically and harmonically reassuring." This is certainly true of Les Chansons des Roses (1993) which beautifully sets poems by Rainer Maria Rilke. The first of its five chansons, 'En une seule fleur', was refreshingly brisk - the tantalising flitting through gorgeous harmonies demanding further hearings. Despite the pace, the Calton Consort's diction in this soft, easily smudged language was excellent, every syllable effortlessly reaching the rear pews. Contrastingly, the elusive balance between stillness and movement required in the Zen-like 'La Rose Complete' was wonderfully captured, as was the tenderness of the closing 'Dirait-on'.
The programme was nicely paced, with invigorating items followed by more soothing ones. Flanking the Lauridsen were two lively celebrations of music itself. The short, opening Cantibus Organis by English composer John Gardner (1917-) was a jaunty setting of the antiphon for the feast of St. Cecilia, performed with a lovely light touch. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere by Elliot Carter (1908-) sets the poem of the same name by the reclusive Emily Dickinson. More readily accessible that much of Carter's oeuvre, this celebratory piece was delivered with real joy.
Sleep (2000) by Eric Whitacre (1970-) houses two great ironies. One, which I didn't realise until reading the programme notes, was that the text we now know replaced a previous one, which had to be removed for copyright reasons. It seems then all the more remarkable that this piece hits the spot so convincingly. The second irony is that the loudest moment of the piece sets the words, "as I surrender unto sleep," suggesting, perhaps, that the key thing is the overpowering nature of sleep rather than the quiet joy of surrender. This performance was beautifully paced with a great sense of space.