This year’s performance contained many more musical bonuses as well, however, beginning with one of the finest editions of the scratch “Edinburgh Pro Musica Orchestra”: the oboes were Cath Earnshaw and Rosie Staniforth, by way of illustration. The musicians, conducted by chorusmaster Michael Bawtree and with John Kitchen at the organ, shone much new light on the work ¬– in Handel’s varied approaches to continuo, for example.
The choir were joined by a fine line-up of soloists too, with tenor Nathan Vale fascinating from the start, a distinctive touch of vibrato in his baroque approach, and American bass-baritone Tyler Simpson particularly impressive in Part 2’s Why do the nations? If mezzo Emilie Renard seemed slightly under-powered on He Was Despised, her voice never lacked colour and expression. But if the bar had already been set high by the time Mhairi Lawson stood to introduce the Nativity story, her seemingly effortless engagement with the narrative, the music and the chorus raised it further. Her later delivery of “the first fruits of them that sleep” in Part 3’s I know that my redeemer liveth brought fresh meaning to the line.
Although a little ragged on either side of the interval on the tricky His yoke is easy and the opening of Behold the lamb, the chorus, augmented by two dozen guests from the Orkney Winter Choir directed by Glenys Hughes, were also on fine, poised, and measured form, all the way to the sopranos’ peal of bells on the closing Amen.
Now a firm fixture of Edinburgh’s contemporary Hogmanay programme as well as the capital’s long-established New Year celebrations, the 129th performance of Handel’s oratorio by the Edinburgh Royal Choral Union may be chiefly remembered for the debut of German baritone and BBC New Generation Artist Benjamin Appl, a real talent of power, confidence and exemplary diction who delivered his first aria, The people that walked in darkness, in Schubertian style and continued to treat the score’s most operative moments as Lieder. With instrumentalist Andrew Connell-Smith as his foil, the trumpet has rarely sounded with such fluidity.
He was in fine company however, particularly in his platform neighbour, tenor Nicholas Mulroy, whose first extended “Comfort ye” opened the vocal score as beautifully as I’ve heard, and whose command of recitative and engagement with the chorus was, by contrast with Appl, engagingly theatrical. He and mezzo Annie Gill, a couple off-stage as well as on, decorated their lines with careful ornamentation, Gill particularly effectively on He was despised. Appl and soprano Susanna Andersson (wife of conductor Tecwyn Evans) stuck more strictly to the score, and the combination of all four was full of colour, particularly the vocal duet of the two women on He shall feed his flock, the sonic sister of a beautifully-played Pastoral Symphony that rather belied the raft of changes to the line-up of the players in orchestra from that published in the programme.
Amid such riches, “The Choral” still managed to shine in its own right, Evans encouraging the texture of the chorus over its power, and the singers responding with beautiful measured poised at the conclusion of the sequence of choruses in Part Two and again for Since by man in Part Three. Chorus-master Michael Bawtree was bolstering the tenor section, so wins credit for performance as well as the drilling.
WHAT a phenomenal concert the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra brought to Edinburgh on Sunday to close the Usher Hall’s International Classical Season. And I’ll tell you something younger readers won’t know. Many years ago, decades, in fact, the Warsaw Phil’s present conductor, Jacek Kaspszyk, worked in Scotland with the BBC SSO, and I don’t recall him being anything special. Time has moved on, he’s a lot older, very experienced, and has a tremendous orchestra at his fingertips. He knows exactly what to do with a piece of music to secure optimum results, which his cracking band delivered with terrific zest and style.
Schubert’s Third Symphony was pure magic in Kaspszyk’s hands, for two reasons: it never lost sight for one moment of the quintessential melodiousness that is the composer’s hallmark. But to the Poles’ light-footed and well-sprung presentation, Kaspszyk added another ingredient: Beethovenian weight, and not just with the six double basses or in the hefty slow introduction. It gave the symphony an unusual solidity, firming up the delight.
Their Beethoven Nine was extraordinarily fresh: I actually felt I was hearing it for the first time. Kaspszyk’s pacey tempos were thrilling and exhilarating: the development section in the first movement seethed and went like the wind; in the pounding Scherzo I almost ducked as the rhythms flew off the page like bullets. The slow movement sang as it always does, with not one ounce of drag; and the fantastic, searing performance of the finale by the Edinburgh Royal Choral Union with four fine soloists and the Warsaw Phil felt like being there as the music was born. I found the whole thing totally cathartic.
This review — by by classical music writer, Michael Tumelty — was originally published on The Herald’s Website on Monday, 11 May 2015.