Despite its threateningly saccharine title, this is 
                a mixed bag of demanding music by Bach to mark the 250th 
                anniversary of his death. There are solo organ works interspersed 
                amongst accompanied and a capella choral works from this 
                Cape Cod-based choir of forty singers ‘between 18 and 60 from 
                a wide variety of occupations, denominations and musical background’. 
                It appears to be a disciplined group, clearly well-drilled by 
                a deceptively grandmotherly and benign looking lady with a ready 
                smile and obvious enthusiasm for her task. The standard of both 
                playing and choral singing on this double album is mostly creditable, 
                but there is disappointment in the solo arias in which technically 
                taxing melismas are threatened with loss of control, while high 
                notes are too often unsettlingly strained. Marking out the lines 
                of Bach’s vocal music has to have a sense of direction, with points 
                of arrival and departure on the way, and above all avoiding any 
                purposeless meandering, making these shorter choral works incredibly 
                hard to shape. An exception, however, is the singing of the delightful 
                duet ‘Wir eilen’ for soprano and alto accompanied by cello and 
                harpsichord, in which both soloists here convey its sense of joyful 
                eagerness with a delectable blend of tone. The performance by 
                the choir of ‘Jesu, meine Freude’ is stylishly phrased and the 
                German diction articulated with impeccable clarity (‘Es ist nun 
                nichts’), if not always with accurate pronounciation (vowels such 
                as the ‘o’ in ‘Trotz’). True there is some worryingly errant flattening 
                of pitch and tight top notes have a vice-like grip on the sopranos’ 
                throats in places. Bach could be cruelly demanding on the human 
                voice, treating it more like a woodwind instrument or, worse still, 
                like an organ stop with limitless supplies of air. In any event, 
                this choir, particularly the tenors and basses, takes its own 
                corporate name to heart and sings it all ‘to the glory of God’. 
                The playing, in today’s authentic style, of the string and woodwind 
                instrumentalists accompanying them is highly satisfying; the solos 
                by leader, principal flute and oboe confidently assured. 
              
 
              
The organ of the Methuen Music Hall was originally 
                built for the Boston Music Hall and inaugurated in November 1863, 
                purportedly the first concert organ in the United States. It was 
                removed in 1884 to make more space for the orchestra, placed in 
                store, and auctioned in 1897 by which process it found its way 
                to its present site. It was so coveted by its new owner that, 
                contrary to usual practice, a hall was designed to house it rather 
                than the other way around. It was extensively reconstructed in 
                1947, with the addition of chorus reeds on the Great, and more 
                recently given a solid-state combination action. It has a bright 
                sound as treated here by its two players, their choices of registration 
                occasionally too monochrome. Sharon Rose Pfeiffer is not entirely 
                on top of the virtuosic passages in the Toccata, and takes a somewhat 
                stodgy tempo for the Fugue, giving it a rather perfunctory ending. 
                Of the three works here, the ‘St Anne’ Prelude and Fugue will 
                be the most familiar. Once again the registration is rather unimaginative 
                and the music lacks a sense of dance or energy in its forward 
                progress. Perhaps the resonant acoustic makes the player wait 
                to hear before moving on, producing a gradual slowing down in 
                the Prelude. The fugue at least has an appropriate sense of grandeur. 
              
 
              
Christopher Fifield