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              E Housman was a Bromsgrove man : his Shropshire 
              was a romantic act of imagination. Yet 
              his expressed such a vivid sense of time 
              and place that art has transposed itself 
              on reality. Housman created a sense of 
              Englishness through his poetry that has 
              appealed to more composers than any other 
              modern poet. In what roots lay his appeal? 
              Gabriel Woolf, in a lively talk, described 
              Housman's life and values through a series 
              of readings of his poetry. Housman was 
              obsessed with death and loss, as many 
              Victorians were. But unlike Tennyson or 
              Keats, he used domestic subjects relating 
              to country life and landscape. To Edwardians 
              unsettled by the speed of progress, this 
              nostalgic vision of a stable, unchanging 
              past must have been almost hypnotic. Housman 
              was a self made man who rose to become 
              a pillar of society, yet his homosexuality 
              – and his brave honesty about it – meant 
              that he identified with those outside 
              society, soldiers, farmers, prisoners. 
              Essentially he was a loner, superficially 
              conforming but alienated. Landscape seems 
              to take on an interactive role in dialogue 
              with the isolated poet. 
            John 
              Ireland, despite his surface heartiness, 
              responded to the sense of transience and 
              fatalism. His setting of The Encounter 
              in which two meet and part, sharing only 
              a glance, is brooding, with a slightly 
              discordant undertow. There is no mistaking 
              its masculinity. The piano part repeats 
              elaborately at the end, as if expressing 
              something unsayable. Roderick Williams 
              deeply hued baritone reverberates richness 
              from simple lines, like "no more" 
              at the end of We'll to the woods no 
              more. It is commanding against a background 
              of rolling "storm and rain" 
              effects in the piano part of Burrows' 
              The Half Moon.
             
            Gilchrist 
              sang two versions of Far in a western 
              playland, one by Burrows and by Bax. 
              In the Burrows version, he demonstrates 
              something akin to circular breathing in 
              the complex rolling lines "he 
              hears: no more remembered, in fields where 
              I was known". The Bax version 
              is slower and more meandering, the last 
              verse depicted as drops of water by Burnside's 
              evocative playing. 
            The 
              piano also speaks, like a trumpet, to 
              introduce Revielle, in a recent 
              setting by Martin Bussey. Willliams cheers 
              the lad to wake : the piano adds a note 
              of protest, for it may be to war the lad 
              is called. Forebodings of war and slaughter 
              haunt Ireland's  In Boyhood too. 
              The Moeran cycle, Ludlow, is underpinned 
              by a vaguely pentatonic accompaniment, 
              which adds an eerie tone to the song of 
              the blackbird the farmer thinks he's killed. 
              Moeran's Lads in their hundreds 
              is curiously cheerful and lilting although 
              the poet knows the lads are marked for 
              death. 
            Gilchrist 
              sings Butterworth's languorous On the 
              idle hill of summer with an assured 
              feel for its changes of tempo. The distant 
              drumbeats of death gradually overwhelm 
              the summer stillness. It's unsettling, 
              as it should be. Williams returns with 
              Somervell's White in the moon, 
              alternating with Gilchrist's tenor in 
              C W Orr's This time of year. These 
              two voices blend beautifully, and the 
              singers work together as a pair, like 
              chamber musicians. Indeed, they sing duet 
              in Butterworth's Is my team ploughing?, 
              Gilchrist as the ghost and Williams the 
              farmer. The treatment is well judged – 
              the ghost does not have to strain too 
              plaintively and the farmer sounds hearty 
              enough without exaggeration. 
            In 
              a talk after the concert Michael Kennedy, 
              the authority on British composers, described 
              Vaughan Williams' song output and showed 
              how it developed over time. He cited On 
              Wenlock Edge, for it was the first 
              cycle the composer wrote after returning 
              "with a bit of French polish" 
              after working with Ravel. In recital we 
              heard the transcription for voice and 
              string quartet. Gilchrist was excellent. 
              He may not have the poise of John Mark 
              Ainsley, nor the surreal originality of 
              Bostridge, but it was good.
            The 
              last systematic push on recording English 
              song was some ten years ago when Hyperion 
              and Collins were focusing on the genre. 
              Much has changed since then. Gilchrist 
              and Williams demonstrate a newer, more 
              distinctive style of singing. Their voices 
              are technically excellent, their interpretations 
              well thought through. They are highly 
              expressive singers who communicate well, 
              with clear diction and strong, direct 
              expression. They have so much to offer 
              that it is a pity that they cannot be 
              more extensively recorded. They could 
              bring a whole new profile to English song. 
              
            Anne Ozorio