The newly built and unconventionally imposing Coventry Cathedral, built next to the ruins of the original medieval building destroyed in the Second World War, played host to the first performance of Britten’s War Requiem in 1962. Although the war was long over and rationing had ended in 1954, urban landscapes – and particularly Coventry’s – were still being rebuilt well into the 1960s; the effects of war were still being felt by an entire nation.
Britten’s setting of the Requiem strongly reflects his pacifist convictions; he lamented the scourge of war and never considered wars a necessary or legitimate conduit to resolving problems. Britten reinforces his ideology by interspersing the propers of the Requiem mass with settings of some of Wilfred Owen’s gritty and realistic war poetry, and, highly symbolically, intended the first performance to bring together soloists from three of the formerly warring nations: the British tenor, and Britten’s life partner, Peter Pears; the legendary German baritone Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau; and Russian soprano Galina Vishneshkaya, who, in the event, was not permitted to sing by her government.
Britten’s intentions were realised in a performance of the War Requiem as part of the City of London Festival, whose theme of “Conflict and Resolution”, coupled with the Britten Centenary celebrations, made an outing of this magnum opus inevitable. Evelina Dobraceva (replacing fellow Russian soprano Albina Shagimuratova), tenor Toby Spence, and German-born baritone Russell Braun were the soloists.
The setting for this particular performance was St Paul’s Cathedral. With the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra and Chorus – whose predecessors sang at the work’s première – set under the dome, the glittering mosaics and vertiginous columns of the Quire provided a spectacular backdrop. The eternal complaint about the Cathedral’s boomy and echoic acoustic, though, proved to be problematic – though not as much as I had expected.
In some ways, in fact, the acoustic aided the performance. In the opening movement, Requiem aeternam, the chorus’ murmurings seemed to come, at a distance, out of nowhere; an eerily evocative beginning to this emotionally raw work. The boys of St Paul’s Cathedral Choir were placed out of sight in the Quire, which gave their sound clarity and enabled easy projection, too. The soloists, who were near-enough directly under the centre of the dome, produced a large enough sound with sufficient clear diction to be heard above the large orchestra and numerous chorus.
That said, the acoustic presented some insurmountable problems. Those of us who were lucky enough to sit in the front rows were able to hear the chorus, but even at this short distance it was occasionally a struggle to hear the words (as opposed to the sound itself) above the orchestra – those sitting in the Nave would, I suspect, have had a better chance of hearing all aspects of this performance by listening to the live broadcast on BBC Radio 3, which is a pity: for all these issues, it was tremendous.