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            Britten,  War Requiem: 
             Christine 
            Brewer (soprano)  Ian Bostridge (tenor) Thomas Hampson (baritone)  
            The Royal Opera Chorus, Tiffin Boys’ Choir, Orchestra of the Royal 
            Opera House cond. Antonio Pappano.  Royal Albert Hall, London, 9. 
            11.2008. (ME)
            
            
            ‘I am playing it and I am thrilled with the greatness of this work, 
            which I place on a level with Mahler’s Das Lied von der Erde…Hearing 
            the War Requiem somehow cheers me up, makes me even more full 
            of the joys of life.’ Thus Shostakovich in a letter written in 1963, 
            and after a performance such as this one, finely timed to 
            commemorate the 90th anniversary of Armistice Day, you 
            can hear what he meant. Wilfred Owen’s dictum that ‘All a poet can 
            do today is warn’ still holds good for the most powerful sense of 
            what this work is about, but on this occasion it was the 
            life-affirming qualities which shone.
            
            Of course the Royal Albert Hall has its disadvantages when staging 
            any vocal work, no matter how large in scale – any sense of intimacy 
            is bound to be dissipated by the vast space, yet the quality of 
            Antonio Pappano’s command of the orchestra, Renato Balsadonna’s 
            management of the chorus and Simon Toyne’s direction of the boys’ 
            choir, was such that one felt involved in the work from the opening 
            bars. That opening sequence can hardly ever have been so finely 
            done, with the mutterings of the first choral line seeming to rise 
            from the depths, the solemn tritone of the mourning bells, and the 
            ethereal but not wraith-line ‘Te decet hymnus’ of the boys’ choir, 
            brilliantly placed in the Gods.
            
            Ian Bostridge was singing his fiftieth English Soldier, and if a 
            little youthful swagger and wistfulness have been lost along the 
            way, they have been compensated for by a mature sense of the shaping 
            of the poems, lines such as ‘What passing bells for these who die as 
            cattle?’ less bitter than before, and ‘The pallor of girls’ brows 
            shall be their pall’ more melancholy. ‘Futility’ was a high point, 
            as usual, the longing of ‘whispering of fields unsown’ starkly 
            contrasted with the anguish of ‘Was it for this the clay grew tall?’ 
            Bostridge and Thomas Hampson’s German Soldier make for an 
            intriguingly complementary pair, given the latter’s habitual 
            patrician air and his richly burnished tone, shown at its finest in 
            ‘After the blast of lightning from the East.’
            
            The ‘Offertorium’ is both the structural and emotional centre of the 
            work, ‘The Parable of the Old Man and the Young’ here given an 
            exceptionally dramatic reading, with the two voices blending 
            mesmerizingly at the angel’s call. Both tenor and baritone fulfilled 
            Britten’s instruction in his invitation to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau 
            to represent the German Soldier, that the poems ‘need singing with 
            the utmost beauty, intensity and serenity,’ nowhere more so than in 
            the sixth section, where ‘Strange Meeting,’ so often regarded as a 
            ‘great’ poem but in reality full of weaknesses and only lifted into 
            true greatness by Britten’s setting, was deeply moving.
            
            Christine Brewer was the ideal soprano soloist – Britten’s original 
            wish was for an English, German and Russian trio, but perhaps in 
            this momentous week for America and for Europe, it was nicely 
            appropriate to have two Americans and a Brit. Brewer’s artistry is 
            such that the huge voice, easily riding over any orchestral surge, 
            never becomes shrill or hectoring, and she manages to scale it down 
            to a caressing, silken arc for music such as the ‘Benedictus.’ The 
            evening’s most exhilarating singing came in the ‘Dies Irae’ and 
            especially her ‘Lacrimosa’ where the clarity of the words and 
            security of the line could hardly be bettered – it’s one thing to 
            pitch A and B flats accurately, quite another to make them sound so 
            effortless and yet so urgent.
            
            All the choral and orchestral work was stunning, especially the 
            ‘Dies Irae,’ and it’s not hard to imagine that a performance of this 
            work might well become a yearly feature of the Royal Opera’s 
            repertoire, in much the same way as the ‘Weinachtsoratorium’ of the 
            Academy of Ancient Music or ‘Messiah’ of Polyphony are at Christmas.
            
            Melanie Eskenazi 
            
            
            
            
	
	
			
	
	
              
              
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