This is a fascinating 
                  and imaginative programme of choral 
                  music. 
                
 
                
On the face of it, 
                  these four composers writing in the 
                  1940s might be thought to have a great 
                  deal in common. Yet the youngest and 
                  oldest – Britten and Pizzetti – were 
                  born more than thirty years apart, 
                  so that their musical outlook was 
                  fundamentally different. Equally, 
                  Britten, Pizzetti and Finzi were steeped 
                  in the vocal traditions of their countries, 
                  while Copland, of Russian Jewish extraction, 
                  was somewhat less at home with the 
                  choral medium, though that in itself 
                  gives his In the Beginning a 
                  freshness of approach which is very 
                  engaging. 
                
 
                
Gloucester Cathedral 
                  Choir is a spirited and characterful 
                  ensemble, served by a trio of superb 
                  musicians – director Andrew Nethsingha, 
                  organist Robert Houssart and voice 
                  coach Russell Burton. There is no 
                  doubting their commitment to this 
                  music or their comprehension of it. 
                  However, I feel that they have not 
                  been well served by the recording 
                  in this instance. Avie seem to have 
                  gone for ambience rather than detail, 
                  and the effect is rather like sitting 
                  towards the back of the cathedral. 
                  You get a wonderful sound seated in 
                  such a position, of course, for the 
                  music washes over you in great waves. 
                  But this is far from ideal for complex, 
                  fast-moving music such as the Britten 
                  and Copland pieces. In places like 
                  Let Nimrod, the mighty hunter (track 
                  1, 1:33), the quieter entries of the 
                  chorus can’t be heard clearly, a problem 
                  further complicated by the slight 
                  lateness of the choir (possibly caused 
                  by time-lag between them and the organ). 
                  A similar result can be heard (minus 
                  organ of course) in In the Beginning 
                  (track 10) around 6:00. 
                
 
                
The Pizzetti and 
                  the Finzi, being inherently slower-moving 
                  and less rhythmically active, are 
                  more successful. However, the trebles 
                  of the choir sound thin, and their 
                  blend is less than ideal. They are 
                  obviously trying to develop a clarity 
                  of tone at Gloucester, which I applaud, 
                  and is certainly preferable to the 
                  ‘hoot’ that used often to be heard 
                  in this country. But going for a more 
                  focused sound can put the blend and 
                  intonation of your trebles under the 
                  microscope, and in this case, unfortunately, 
                  they are often found wanting. The 
                  extreme chromaticism of Pizzetti highlights 
                  this, while the lack of sufficient 
                  weight of tone in the top line is 
                  a particular problem in the Copland 
                  (which in any case, was conceived 
                  for the adult SATB voices of Harvard 
                  University). 
                
 
                
On the plus side, 
                  the Britten has some delightful solo 
                  contributions, notably James Gilchrist’s 
                  serene For the flowers are great 
                  blessings. And the ensemble achieves 
                  a spine-tingling and massive sound 
                  for the climax of For I am under 
                  the same accusation as my Saviour, 
                  in which poor Christopher Smart’s 
                  words give voice to the dark depths 
                  of his paranoia. This, and the intensity 
                  achieved in Pizzetti’s fine Ululate 
                  and equally in Finzi’s moving 
                  Lo, the Full, Final Sacrifice 
                  speak of the imagination and commitment 
                  that is always evident in the music-making 
                  here. Frustratingly, though, I can’t 
                  say that this CD makes the most of 
                  the choir’s sterling qualities and 
                  high potential. 
                
 
                  Gwyn Parry-Jones  
                
see also review 
                  by John Quinn