"From the heart 
                it comes, to the heart let it go"; 
                the words of Beethoven when referring 
                to his great Mass in D op.123, the Missa 
                Solemnis. It comfortably earns its 
                status as one of the greatest works 
                of Western religious music, even though 
                it is far from being a liturgical mass. 
                It contains many passages that rank 
                among the very greatest and most original 
                that Beethoven composed, as well as 
                two of the mightiest fugues ever written, 
                in the closing stages of both the Gloria 
                and the Credo. 
              
 
              
It asks more of its 
                performers than almost any other work 
                of this type. The soloists must all 
                be top-notch and the orchestra must 
                be full of players, and that includes 
                the leader, who have the ability to 
                project their music through the often 
                multi-layered textures. As for the choir: 
                well, the choir simply needs to be superhuman 
                if it is even to survive the 
                colossal demands the composer makes 
                of it, let alone fully realise everything 
                he asks for. 
              
 
              
Yet it is a work of 
                such sublime inspiration that it tends 
                to bring such responses out of musicians 
                if they are worthy of the task. What 
                of this Nashville ensemble? The first 
                thing to say is that the Symphony Chorus 
                is a splendid group who sing with a 
                confidence typical of American choirs 
                – a confidence verging on brashness, 
                though they show far too much sensitivity 
                in softer music to be accused of that. 
                They do manage the big fugues most impressively, 
                particularly the passages where the 
                tempo suddenly goes into overdrive. 
                There are problems, though. Under pressure, 
                the sopranos produce an unfortunately 
                shrill tone in their high register. 
                And, once in a while the recording manages 
                to pick up individual voices, indicating 
                a balance problem, which I shall return 
                to further on. 
              
 
              
The four soloists are 
                really very good, though the soprano 
                Lori Phillips suffers from the same 
                kind of shrillness that afflicts her 
                choral sisters … and she sings too loud 
                a lot of the time. Mezzo Robynne Redmon 
                sings with fine, firm tone and great 
                commitment. Tenor James Taylor is excellent 
                too, though I am not fond of bass-baritone 
                Jay Baylon’s rather throaty tone. However 
                their quartet singing is often of a 
                very high quality, as for example at 
                the beginning of the Sanctus. 
                For those of you interested in such 
                things, there are places in the work 
                where it is not entirely clear whether 
                Beethoven intended solo or choral voices. 
                The principal ones are the Et incarnatus 
                in the Credo and the Pleni 
                sunt coeli in the Sanctus. Schermerhorn 
                opts for choral voices in the former 
                and solos in the latter. 
              
 
              
Conductor Kenneth Schermerhorn 
                clearly has a firm grasp of the work, 
                and handles the architecture of the 
                huge movements very well, with tempi 
                that allow the character of the music 
                to be felt strongly. However, he is 
                hamstrung by the shortcomings of the 
                recording, chief of which is the balance; 
                the soloists are too far forward, emphasising 
                the squally singing of Phillips. The 
                choir is too close for comfort too. 
                The orchestra loses out in all this, 
                so that the powerful impact of the many 
                great moments is crucially weakened 
                – brass are almost out of earshot, while 
                the woodwind detail, which is one of 
                the work’s main glories, is either inaudible 
                or lacks presence. A word though for 
                the beautiful violin playing of the 
                leader in the sublime Benedictus. 
              
 
              
There is massive competition 
                in this work, as you’d expect, from, 
                for example Gardiner on Deutsche Grammophon 
                and Harnoncourt on Teldec. But at super-bargain 
                price, this is a very acceptable offering. 
              
Gwyn Parry-Jones