Frank Martin, an intensely devout man, wrote that his 
Mass
                for Double Choir was meant as “something between God
                and me”. Most of the work was composed in 1922, but then
                the composer set it aside until 1926. True to his feelings about
                the work, he then withheld it for nearly four decades, the first
                performance only taking place in 1963. It is one of the greatest
                works in the unaccompanied choral repertoire. 
                
                Kodály’s 
Missa Brevis started out as a work
                for organ alone, to accompany the different parts of the service
                with appropriate music. The composer then broadened it into the
                work for choir and organ that is recorded here, and later still
                he produced a version with orchestra. The first performance took
                place in February 1945, at the Budapest Opera. This sounds glamorous,
                but that was far from the case, as the city was under siege and
                for security reasons the work was given in one of the cloakrooms.
                In spite of the grandeur of the organ part, the 
Missa Brevis retains
                elements of its folk origin, reflecting its original liturgical
                use in country churches. There are moments of drama, whilst others
                retain a childlike playfulness. It is a masterpiece. 
                
                BRKLASSIK is the label of Bavarian Radio. All the more surprising,
                then, that the booklet is so disappointing. The Artistic Director
                of the Bavarian Radio Chorus, and conductor on this disc, Peter
                Dijkstra, looks very fetching in his photograph, and it’s
                good to have information about him and about the choir. But the
                programme note is inadequate, omitting important information
                in favour of observations which are ambiguous, dubious or, in
                the case of the premise on which the final paragraph is built,
                simply wrong. Then most music lovers might - and I put it no
                higher than that - be familiar enough with the text of the Mass
                not to need it printed in the booklet. The same, however, cannot
                be said for the words of Poulenc’s 
Litanies à Vierge
                Noire: these are essential. For women’s voices and
                organ, the Poulenc was perhaps a strange choice to end this collection,
                but it is a strikingly beautiful work, and receives an excellent
                performance here, one which demonstrates well the contrast between
                the devout, inward nature of much of the music and the few dramatic
                passages. 
                
                Listening to the Poulenc one is immediately struck by the beauty
                of the sound. The women’s voices are rich and pure, and
                the organ, superbly recorded with a real feeling of the building,
                sounds wonderful. Let me add to this a remarkable clarity of
                texture, immediately audible in the opening organ solo of the
                Kodály. Every strand can be heard, every note of every
                chord. The instrument, the acoustic, the outstanding work of
                the sound engineers, all these play their part, but above all
                I salute the superb phrasing and registration of the organist
                Max Hanft. I have rarely heard more beautiful choral sound than
                this, and blend, unanimity and tuning are all impeccable. Why,
                then, does the performance ultimately fail to satisfy? Kodály’s
                Mass is essentially an unsophisticated work, but Dijkstra seems
                unwilling to see it that way, and conducts a rather interventionist
                performance. The first signs of this are when he makes too much
                of the accents at the end of the 
Kyrie, though I dismissed
                this on first hearing as simply a point of view different from
                my own. The 
Gloria which follows is marked 
Allegro,
                but Dijkstra’s tempo is sober, weighty rather than exuberant.
                The soloists in 
Qui tollis sing in a forthright, almost
                operatic style, and the tempo, marked 
Adagio, is very
                slow indeed, surely too slow, lachrymose at this speed, a metronome
                point too far. Dijkstra then ruins the stunning “Amens” by
                inserting a dramatic silence just before the first one. In the 
Credo,
                the sopranos phrase “Deum de Deo” should sound like
                trumpets, but it’s too smooth and beautiful here, as is
                the 
Crucifixus, which should be harrowing. As a final
                example, you’d never know that the phrase “Confiteor
                unum baptisma” was only marked 
Poco sostenuto (a
                little sustained) in the score. The Mass ends with an 
Ite,
                missa est for solo organ to which Kodály later added
                choral parts. It is this choral version which is given here,
                a valid choice, if only because the composer encouraged it, but
                the effect of framing the work with solo organ music is lost. 
                
                Many of my misgivings spill over into the performance of Martin’s
                sublime Mass. In this work a deeply religious man who also happens
                to be a composer of genius, explores the mysteries of faith.
                Martin was Swiss and of Calvinist stock. He was also devoted
                to the music of Bach. For these reasons the music of his Mass
                is passionately expressive whilst maintaining a certain classical
                reserve, almost as if showing too much feeling would be improper
                in the circumstances. This tension leads to moments where the
                music is almost unbearably intense. In this reading tempi tend
                to be on the slow side, that in a score littered with indications
                such as “do not drag”, “with movement” and
                even, at one point, “with élan”. Furthermore,
                the conductor frequently lingers at the ends of phrases, lengthens
                silences and so on. The result, near-criminal in this work, is
                that some passages sound sentimental. This is true of much of
                the 
Kyrie, especially the end, where simple observance
                of the score’s demands - a 
sudden slowing of tempo
                six bars before the end - would better have served the composer’s
                intentions. The striking passage in the 
Gloria beginning
                with the words “Domine Deus, Agnus Dei” is far too
                slow, and unnecessarily so, since the effect is already achieved
                by the held chords in the second choir, complete with bottom
                Ds. 
Et incarnatus, simply marked “slow”, suffers
                similarly. The 
Agnus Dei is a miracle of musical alchemy,
                its expressive power almost at bursting point whilst at the same
                time a perfect example of restraint and personal and musical
                humility. Not here: Dijkstra takes an indulgent 5:21 over it,
                whereas one of my preferred readings gets through it, to far
                greater effect, in 4:17. One last point: the next to last bar
                of the work, the first syllable of the word “Pacem”,
                contains five beats, 2 + 2 + 1. Almost all conductors tend to
                hold on the final beat of the bar, a mistake in my view. In Dijkstra’s
                hands the five beats become six, calm and comforting, inappropriately
                so. 
                
                These are among the most beautiful performances of the two marvellous
                masses that I have heard, but both rather miss the point. There
                is a very fine performance of the Kodály by Danish forces
                on Chandos, with the final movement given in its choral version.
                As to the Martin, the performance which in my view comes closest
                to that extraordinary amalgam of passion and restraint is a live
                one, warts and all, from the BBC Singers under John Poole, recorded
                in 1980 and once available on the BBC Radio Classics label. There
                is a wonderful alternative available, though, on Hyperion, from
                the Choir of Westminster Cathedral under James O’Donnell.
                This performance features boys’ voices, of course, but
                they seem ideally suited to the nature of the music, and their
                upper register is absolutely thrilling. Luckily for us, they
                also recorded the Kodály, also for Hyperion, which is
                my preferred version of that work too.
                
                
William Hedley