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SEEN
AND HEARD CONCERT REVIEW
Handel, Messiah:
Gillian
Keith (soprano) Iestyn Davies (counter-tenor) John Mark Ainsley
(tenor) Matthew Rose (bass) The Sixteen, cond. Harry Christophers.
Barbican Hall,
London,
13.12. 2007.
(ME)
It has now become a tradition for the two more ‘authentic’
versions of ‘Messiah’ to be performed around early December at the
Barbican, and nearer to Christmas at St John’s Smith Square – The
Sixteen at the former and Polyphony at the latter, and those of us
lucky enough to be able to reach both really cannot ask for more.
The Barbican is hardly a devotional or festive location, and it is
certainly not helped by the still-increasing (and still
inexplicable) habit of allowing latecomers in to the hall at the
most inappropriate moments – in this case, during the most hushed
part of the bass recitative ‘For behold, darkness shall cover the
earth’ - but this was a performance of Messiah which it
would be hard to equal anywhere.
Harry Christophers has a lively, informal, almost bouncy approach
to the piece, and his singers, both solo and choral, seemed happy
to go along with this. The Sixteen need no introduction as one of
the best choirs going: incisive attack, warm tone and shapely
phrasing are always present, together with plenty of massive
volume where needed – ‘Their sound is gone out’ was as powerful as
‘For unto us a child is born’ was delicate. Orchestrally, too, a
fine balance was achieved between light and shade, authentic
nimbleness and weighty tradition – no one plays the string
introductions to the arias like The Sixteen’s band, and very few
can be as supportive of the soloists.
Those soloists were a starry band, on the youthful side and all
very confident despite a last-minute change in casting: Robin
Blaze’s illness meant that Iestyn Davies was called upon to take
the counter-tenor role, and he did it with great style, his polish
remarkable although, perhaps perversely, this critic felt sad that
all the boyish nervousness seemed to have gone from his attack,
and been replaced with a Bowman-like elegance. No matter- ‘Then
shall the eyes of the blind be opened’ was typical of his moving
recitative, and ‘He was despised’ hit exactly the right balance
between sentiment and drama. Gillian Keith has also changed much
since I last heard her, although her alteration seems more
intentional – from presenting herself as angelic in voice and
person, she now seems to be going for the Theda Bara look, and
very striking it is. The voice remains mostly sweet and pure, if a
little lacking in variety, but she coped very well with the pace
of ‘Rejoice greatly,’ taken at not so much a minuet as a scamper.
John Mark Ainsley has of course assumed the mantle of Heddle Nash
as ‘the best bleedin’ Messiah in the country’ and his fine –
grained tone, easy manner of delivery and exact phrasing are
always a pleasure to hear: I love the way he actually makes the
phrase ‘Comfort ye’ sound consoling, as opposed to many tenors who
make me feel that it is they who want comforting, and his
decorations on such words as ‘pardoned’ and ‘exalted’ are always
appropriate as well as exciting. I felt he was a little subdued
during ‘O death, where is thy string’ although ‘Thou shalt break
them’ delivered the expected fireworks. Matthew Rose has a great
bass voice, thunderous in ‘The Trumpet shall sound’ and direct in
recitative, if at times lacking in the final ounce of maturity,
but that will surely come soon. It was greatly to his credit that
he was not distracted by the various seating antics during ‘For
behold, darkness shall cover the earth.’
The final chorus, with trumpet, drum and organ resplendent, sent
us all home in a happy frame of mind, and looking forward to ‘the
next Messiah’ at St John’s on the 23rd – sold out, of
course, as indeed was this one. I am sure that if both venues were
to ask these respective forces to do an annual performance of
Bach’s ‘Christmas Oratorio’ it would be an equal success.
Melanie
Eskenazi