Seen and Heard Concert 
              Review
              
                Beethoven, Missa Solemnis: 
                Claudia Barainsky (soprano), Christianne Stotijn (mezzo-soprano), 
                Benjamin Hulett (tenor), Michael Volle (bass), Alessandro Moccia 
                (violin), Collegium Vocale Gent, Orchestre des Champs-Elysées, 
                Philippe Herreweghe (conductor), Barbican, 7 May, 2005 (MB)
              
                It is almost ten years since Philippe Herreweghe released his 
                first recording of Beethoven’s great Missa Solemnis, 
                and in many ways this conductor’s approach remains little 
                changed. That is – and was – a blessing for this performance 
                proved to be both deeply spiritual and a perfect example of how 
                period music making can be inspirational in the concert hall. 
                Tempi are not as fleeting as they are with Gardiner, but nor as 
                they are ponderous as they were with Klemperer, and yet Herreweghe 
                somehow manages to incorporate the virtues of both: there is crystalline 
                clarity given to both the orchestra and the chorus, but there 
                is also a sense of reverence and humility given to the overall 
                concept of this masterpiece that made it a profoundly moving and 
                liberating experience. 
              
                Striking throughout this performance was the quite wonderful singing 
                of the Collegium Vocale Gent, balanced to utter perfection so 
                their immediacy and vibrancy coursed through the veins of Beethoven’s 
                vision with a human presence. Their response was never less than 
                meticulous, and the vocal stress points which Beethoven makes 
                on its singers (especially the sopranos) was overcome with the 
                kind of reverence to detail which it is unusual to hear in the 
                concert hall. Their shading, their dynamics and their ability 
                to sustain the anarchic cross rhythms played out against the orchestra 
                were simply unsurpassable. The orchestra itself, proving that 
                vibratoless string playing need not be dry or without depth, radicalized 
                Beethoven’s scoring to chamber-like precision: the furious, 
                upward motivic scales of the Gloria had a Pentecostal glow to 
                them, the woodwind solos – including a magical contribution 
                from the flute – in the Credo added vocal timbres to the 
                orchestration, and the solo violin of the Benedictus, played with 
                judicious vibrato, had a sweetness and shimmering beauty which 
                added a fifth voice to the quartet. The martial fanfares of the 
                brass and timpani were restrained, yet at the same time had a 
                ferocity that bubbled tremulously throughout, pulsing with a constant 
                war-like march, even in moments of profound contemplation and 
                benediction. Antiphonally divided violins sharpened the perspective 
                of Beethoven’s orchestration, just as ‘cellos rose 
                effortlessly from the centre of the orchestra in a brooding, melancholic 
                distillation of darkness and prayer. 
              
                All four soloists were outstanding. Barainsky’s effortless 
                soprano soared angelically, and yet remained wholly human, Stotijn’s 
                gorgeous mezzo was a miracle of warm, rich tone, Hulett’s 
                distinctive, defined and intensely lyrical tenor bestrode the 
                orchestra with magnificent power and Volle’s bass excelled 
                in the Agnus Dei. All four brought not just a splendour to their 
                singing but a genuine vibrancy which was at one with both the 
                chorus and orchestra.
              
                Beethoven inscribed on his score of this work, ‘From the 
                heart: may it go to the heart.’ In every sense, this performance 
                was an absolute expression of that sentiment.
              
                Marc Bridle