Orpheus Choir of Wellington presents
âI WAS GLADâ
SARAH HOPKINS â Past Life Melodies
HUBERT PARRY â âI Was Gladâ
JAMES MacMILLAN â A New Song
ERIC WHITACRE â Lux Arumque / Little Birds
CHRIS ARTLEY â I Will Lift up Mine Eyes
KAROL SZYMANOWSKI â Stabat Mater
Barbara Paterson (soprano), Margaret Medlyn (mezzo-soprano)
Wade Kernot (bass), Martin Setchell (organ)
Karen Batten (flute), Merran Cooke (oboe)
Dominic Groom (horn), Peter Maunder (trombone)
Jeremy Fitzsimons (percussion), Thomas Nikora (piano)
Stephen Mosaâati, Matthew Stein (trumpets)
Orpheus Choir, Wellington
Brent Stewart (conductor)
Wellington Cathedral of St. Paul,
Saturday, 7th August, 2021
We were, I think, all imbued with gladness at Wellingtonâs Cathedral of St.Paul on Saturday evening at the splendours of the music-making by the Orpheus Choir in partnership with the instrumentalists throughout most of the concert and with the vocal soloists in the concluding Szymanowski work, the whole directed to lustrous effect by conductor Brent Stewart.
It was an occasion whose intensities and excitements seemed, throughout the evening, to escalate with each itemâs performance the content, order and trajectory of the distinctly different works beautifully leading our ears from one unique sound-experience to the other. The musiciansâ concentrated and focused efforts helped bring out the essential resonant âcharacterâ of each piece as separate aspects of what felt like a single journey, which was, I think one of the concertâs great strengths.
It would have been tempting to have resplendently closed the concertâs first half with its eponymous title-piece, Hubert Parryâs I Was Glad â however I felt it worked brilliantly as a sound-spectacle nearer the eveningâs beginning, placed immediately after the extraordinary âopening upâ of the spaceâs resonances by the very first item on the programme, Sarah Hopkinsâ Past Life Melodies which in a sense acclimatised us to the cathedralâs enormous potential for sustenance of tones and textures, allowing us to âfeelâ the spaces all around us.
Hopkins, a New Zealander by birth, has lived and worked in Australia for most of her life â her work performed this evening illustrated her interest in a vocal technique known as âharmonic overtoneâ singing derived from ancient Mongolian and Tibetan practices. Written in 1991, Past Life Melodies takes its name from the composerâs idea of accessing sounds from her âother livesâ through harmonics and overtones wrought from her own vocal production and combining these effects with other ethnic-based techniques to produce something unique and unworldly. Itâs been her most successful choral work to date, having been taken up by vocal ensembles worldwide. The sounds reminded me of a âsinging in tonguesâ phenomenon which I once heard at a Charismatic Christian presentation, strongly ritualistic in atmosphere and wholly mesmerising to the sensibilities. A feature of this performance by Orpheus was the use of ambient lighting, which intensified and dimmed with the pieceâs overall shape, to telling effect.
From these âsounds of the earthâ we were then made privy to a different kind of ritual belonging to another time and place â Sir Hubert Parryâs I Was Glad, a performance which sounded utterly ârightâ from the first note, its freshness and energy giving the piece a ânewly-mintedâ quality, the instrumental opening magisterially realised by organ, brass and timpani and the voices full-throatedly delivering the opening words. The sopranosâ ecstatically beautiful âOur feet shall stand in their gatesâ led the way forwards for the other voices, the music expressing the âunity in itselfâ of the text before allowing the brasses their heads in fanfares and tumultuous jubilations! The cathedralâs acoustics in such places made nonsense of the choirâs otherwise superb diction, but what a splendid sound it all gave forth!
There was sweetness, too, in âO, pray for the peace of Jerusalemâ, before the brasses heralded a new jubilation at âPeace be within thy walls!â â and there was certainly âample plenteousnessâ of ceremonial tones within these same walls as the music reached its vociferous end. A certain clearing of the air came with James MacMillanâs beautiful A New Song, another Psalm setting, this one from Psalm 96,âSing unto the Lord a new songâ, one beginning with plainsong-like lines from the sopranos, the organ adding melismatic-like flourishes which brought other voice-lines into the musicâs flow, the buildingâs acoustic allowing the vocal lines to resonate magically, while still preserving the folk-like âturnsâ delivered by each strand. The menâs voices took up the plainsong melody, accompanied by the deep tones of the organ, which again sounded its windblown melismas as the rest of the choir repeated the section, complete with the âfolk-turnsâ â dark, massive organ notes reintroduced the plainsong, canonic between womenâs and menâs voices, leaving the organ to finish the piece, simply but effectively, with a breath-catching crescendo.
Eric Whitacreâs music has made its mark on the contemporary choral scene with its sure-fire shimmering choral clusters and baroque-like recyclings of material for every which purpose â whether his music has the kind of substance that will last is anybodyâs guess. His Lux Arumque has achieved cyber-fame with a performance by a âvirtual choirâ, a tour-de-force synchronisation of voices from all over the world for one single performance, winning fame and garnering scepticism, depending on which commentator one reads (one writer had it both ways, describing the music as âsoupily addictiveâ!). Orpheus Choirâs performance of the work had it all, the finely-tuned clustered harmonies, the repeated âbreathingâ effects, and the sostenuto lines gliding over the oscillations â itâs hard not to capitulate to such expertly-wrought beauty and fluency. And the other Whitacre work on the programme, Little Birds, was great fun, complete with piano swirlings, vocal whistlings, and an irruption of birdsâ wings at a pre-arranged signal, the choir members suddenly brandishing pieces of paper in a flamingo-like show of flightâs ecstasy!
If not quite a hat-trick, the concert achieved a âPsalm tripleâ with New Zealand-based Chris Artleyâs setting of âI will lift up mine eyesâ from Psalm 121, a work written for Aucklandâs Kings College Chapel Choir in 2012. Womenâs voices intoned a lovely melodic line, repeated by the men, the beauties at âShall neither slumber nor sleepâ contrasting with an upsurge of tones atâ at âThe Lord Himself is thy keeperâ, the trumpet joining in with the organ to heart-stirring effect, reaching magnificence firstly with the arched âGlory Beâ sections, and a stirring return to a stratospheric âAmenâ at the conclusion, setting the Cathedralâs precincts resounding with joy.
During the interval I was privileged to make the acquaintance of two audience companions, both of them ex-Orpheus Choir members, and more than ready to enthuse about what we all had heard thus far, as well as answer my queries concerning previous concerts they had both taken part in â though I had never been a choir member I had attended a number of these concert occasions, so our discussion brought back many resounding memories! I was told by one of these women that she was ninety-four, to which I expressed amazement, and a fervent wish that I myself might look forward to a ninety-fourth year sitting somewhere in a concert-hall with my music-appreciation faculties in as superb a condition as both hers and her companionâs obviously were!
So we came to what was for me the eveningâs piece de resistance – though I must admit that, thanks in part to the musiciansâ committed and finely-judged first-half performances, I was already thoroughly enjoying the concert, more, in fact than I had anticipated. Obviously the choirâs music director Brent Stewart had wisely chosen the repertoire in accordance with the Cathedralâs wondrous-slash-notorious five-second reverberation time, and the Stabat Mater of Polish composer Karol Szymanowski proved just as suited for performance in such a space as anything we had heard thus far.
Szymanowskiâs music has its champions, but has still to make the âbreakthroughâ to gain acceptance in the average concertgoerâs consciousness. This work (especially so through this astounding performance) would have made the composer many new friends by the time the last of its heartfelt utterances had been expertly-sounded by the soloists, choir and ensemble together under their conductorâs inspired direction. The music began with gentle wind lines accompanied by the organ, leading up to the sopranoâs entry, describing the grief of Mary, Christâs mother, at her sonâs crucifixion, Szymanowski dividing the famous thirteenth-century poem depicting the motherâs vigil into six separate movements.
Soprano Barbara Patersonâs finely-honed delivery and complete absorption in the feeling expressed by the Polish text held us in thrall throughout (âMother, bowed with dreadful griefâŠâ) supported by haunting rejoiners from the choir, and beautiful, sensitive work from the instrumentalists. Soprano and oboe together near the end made such exquisitely heart-rending moments of the concluding âShe who saw with grief the unending anguish of her Sonâ. By contrast, the deep blackness of bass Wade Kernotâs arresting tones plunged our sensibilities into the second partâs grim darkness, complete with throbbing percussion and bass ostinato, the voice laden and sepulchral in feeling, (ââŠthus beholding Christâs dear mother in woe unlike any other woeâŠâ) the choir rising from out of the dark agitations, pleading and beseeching, conductor Brent Stewart achieving an overwhelming effect with his soloist, brass and percussion at âWhen he gave up his spiritâ.
The third part (âTender Mother, sweet fountain of loveâ) featured mezzo-soprano Margaret Medlyn in fine, focused voice, and blending beautifully with the soprano, unfailingly supported by the winds and brass, and encompassing the great outburst (âHatred, mockery and scornâ) towards the end with such palpable feeling, both voices true of tone and finely-drawn. How angelic were the womenâs voices of the choir at the beginning of the fourth part, tenderly characterising Maryâs vigil at the foot of the Cross (âUnder your care, weeping, watchingâŠ.â), and with the rest of the choir enabling a gorgeous texture of sound at âMay I live and mourn for his sakeâŠâ, repeated by the soprano with some beautifully-floated high notes, one extended phrase in particular to die for! Paterson was then joined by Medlyn and the choir to conclude their solicitations.
A stern, black-browed accompaniment greeted Wade Kernotâs apocalyptic utterances (âImmaculate Maid, most excellent!…â), the choir and instrumental ensemble responding with urgently rhythmic, almost agitated sotto-voce reactions. The exchanges were repeated, but a third time the bass refused to be put off, and, encouraged by the instruments towards heartfelt declamation, was joined by the choir for a powerfully-delivered âVirgin, let me be protected, when I am called in my turn!â Following these full-blooded beseechments came an opening melody for the workâs final section that the composer described as âthe most beautiful melody I have ever managed to writeâ, here delivered most movingly by Paterson, again negotiating her high notes with ethereal purity, the choir echoing her beautiful line, and Medlyn with her, steady and pleading at âMay He who died here be my friend so that He may pardon me!â. Kernot’s bass joined in, partnered by the choir and supported by a horn, repeating, along with soprano and mezzo âGrant to my soul all the joys of Paradiseâ a phrase whose variants and impulses. underpinned by resonant winds and brass, and reiterated at the workâs very end stayed in the silences that followed the last lingering notes.  Exquisite!