‘Wow! ‘ - said one of 
          this evening’s participants when, nearly a 
          year ago, I referred to the other singers 
          scheduled for this event – ‘… that is going 
          to be one hot concert!’ So it proved, but 
          not in the sense he had meant: the heat was 
          decidedly of the ‘under the collar’ kind, 
          since not only the conductor but also two 
          of the major singers had to drop out: not 
          only this, but one of their replacements also 
          had to withdraw, thus leaving the plucky but 
          unfortunate Bass who had been expecting to 
          sing just the small parts of High Priest / 
          Pilate and Judas, to carry the burden of the 
          Bass arias and all the Bass roles. Just to 
          make things really nail-biting, he, too, was 
          ill and had to leave the platform in mid-aria, 
          the Alto soloist was clearly not as familiar 
          with the part as might be ideal, and the Tenor 
          soloist was far from being in his best voice…. 
          this left the Evangelist to carry the day, 
          which he did. 
        The combination of Matthias 
          Goerne as Christus, Ainsley as Evangelist 
          and René Pape as bass soloist was perhaps 
          too glorious to happen: certainly, there is 
          no single recording which can match such a 
          happy choice, so the sense of frustration 
          at a less than ideal performance is hardly 
          a new one. This work might not be seen as 
          comfortable territory for the LSO, although 
          the evening’s conductor, Harry Christophers, 
          certainly has plenty of solid Bach experience, 
          and the orchestra acquitted itself well without 
          ever showing that special quality which of 
          late has so distinguished the LSO Mahler and 
          Stravinsky, in particular – but how could 
          anyone hope to shine given that so many disasters 
          had occurred, and were occurring, around them? 
          There was certainly some wonderful solo work, 
          most especially by the flutes, the continuo 
          ‘cellos and the co-leader’s accompanying of 
          ‘Gebt mir meinen Jesum wieder’ and whilst 
          the strings did not quite have that golden 
          tone needed at the music surrounding Christus’ 
          arioso passages they did provide a much-needed 
          reliable background for the singing.
        It would be unfair to 
          compare Stephen Roberts to Matthias Goerne, 
          especially on the basis of a short-notice 
          replacement, and in fact Roberts gave us a 
          very genuine, forthright Christus, quite youthful 
          in tone if not demeanour, and his diction 
          was eminently clear – his best moments came 
          in the recitative rather than arioso, with 
          lines such as ‘…dass erfüllet wurden 
          die Schriften der Propheten’ being declaimed 
          with ringing confidence. It is confidence 
          which especially delineates Ainsley’s Evangelist, 
          and he needed every bit of it here: this is 
          of course the part which binds the work, but 
          the singer does not often have to provide 
          a comforting sense of stability in the face 
          of minor dramas all around him: he took it 
          all nobly, so much so that just after the 
          ‘fall’ of yet another soloist, he remained 
          unperturbed when the organist seemed to want 
          to guide him into the wrong recitative. Strolling 
          up to that music stand must have felt at times 
          like going to the scaffold, but his beautiful 
          tone, unerring sense of pacing, aptly judged 
          drama and simply moving interpretation remained 
          as close to the ideal Evangelist as ever, 
          with his crispness, his ‘bounce’ in the tone 
          at ‘Sie sprachen aber’ being as noteworthy 
          as his incomparable pathos at the narrative 
          of Peter’s denial – no other Evangelist around 
          today makes more of phrases like ‘krähete’ 
          and ‘weinete bitterlich’ or makes you feel 
          more involved in the narrative. 
        The Dutch 
          singer Bas Ramselaar had probably been expecting 
          to introduce his beautiful bass-baritone voice 
          to a large London audience with the ideal 
          vehicle of the smaller Bass roles, but in 
          the event he had to carry the lot, and did 
          so in a manner which one can only call near-heroic. 
          It was clear from ‘Gerne will ich mich bequemen’ 
          that his legato line either needed some work 
          or was affected by indisposition, but what 
          was also obvious was that this is a singer 
          for whom words really do mean something, and 
          his performance of the lines ‘Weil es dem 
          lieben Gott gefällt’ and ‘Durch den ersten 
          Trunk versüsset’ whilst not musically 
          perfect was finely nuanced in the verbal sense. 
          His indisposition worsened as the evening 
          progressed and he finally had to leave the 
          platform halfway through ‘Komm, süsses 
          Kreuz,’ with Christophers saving the situation 
          by quietly singing the final bars in his place.
        The ensuing minutes 
          were fascinating for all concerned, especially 
          the audience: it was clear that uppermost 
          in all minds was, what’s going to happen with 
          the ‘killer’ Bass recitative and aria, ‘Am 
          Abend’ and ‘Mache dich, mein Herze, rein’ 
          – not to mention ‘Nun ist der Herr…’? since 
          the Christus had already, quite understandably, 
          indicated that he wasn’t prepared to take 
          over. I had visions of the cry ‘Is there a 
          Bass in the house?’ being heard (in fact I 
          had seen Jonathan Lemalu at the interval and 
          wondered if he might step up…) – meanwhile 
          the thoughts ‘Oh s***, how low is ‘begraben?’ 
          Too bloody low….’ were written on Ainsley’s 
          face almost as clearly as if they’d been projected 
          there….in the event, Ramselaar valiantly returned, 
          much to the relief of all, and performed the 
          music with all the commitment and fervour 
          at his disposal: he even managed to sing quite 
          movingly at ‘o köstlich’s Angedenken!’ 
          What a brick, as they used to say at school…
        Angelika Kirchschlager 
          was the other big ‘draw’ as far as I was concerned, 
          although I still have reservations about her 
          Bach singing: in the event, her lovely tone, 
          absolute seriousness of purpose and truly 
          noble phrasing compensated for a certain feeling 
          of lack of intimacy with the music, and she 
          sang ‘Ach, Golgotha’ most movingly. The soprano 
          Malin Hartelius improved as the evening progressed: 
          after her first aria I felt that the most 
          suitable music for her to sing would be ‘L’ho 
          perduta, me meschina!’ but she gave an affecting 
          account of ‘Aus Liebe will mein Heiland sterben.’ 
          Kenneth Tarver did what he could with the 
          tenor arias but he was clearly not at his 
          best.
        The London Symphony 
          Chorus and Finchley Children’s music group 
          made up a very large body of singers, trained 
          by Joseph Cullen to provide a highly dramatic, 
          often very contrasting interpretation: Christophers 
          too seemed to encourage a very high proportion 
          of variations in dynamics throughout the evening, 
          especially at moments such as ‘Ich bin’s, 
          Ich sollte büssen’ although the huge 
          sound was admirably scaled down for a quietly 
          intimate ‘Du edles Angesichte.’ Not exactly 
          an evening to treasure, then – more one to 
          recover from, although the authoritative Evangelist 
          offered much consolation, as is right from 
          one who relates the words of the Disciple.
        Melanie Eskenazi