The English part-song reached its zenith during the first half 
                  of the twentieth century. Elgar in his ‘choral songs’ not only 
                  challenged the large amateur choirs of his day with settings 
                  of some of the greatest English poets, but also used the medium 
                  for some of his boldest experiments such as Owls. Holst 
                  used the part-song as a vehicle for some of his most searching 
                  late exercises in strict polytonal form, and many of the resulting 
                  masterpieces are still too little known. Delius wrote comparatively 
                  few part-songs, but some such as On Craig Ddu stand 
                  comparison with the best of his miniatures of nature painting. 
                  Vaughan Williams moved from folksong settings - often of considerable 
                  complexity - out into the realm of pure impressionism in his 
                  Three Shakespeare Songs. Moeran used the part-song 
                  not only to pastiche Elizabethan madrigals but also to exorcise 
                  some of the inner demons from his own soul. Even Britten got 
                  in on the act, employing the medium of the narrative part-song 
                  with piano accompaniment in his zestful and spicy setting of 
                  The Ballad of Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard, although 
                  his later works in the genre such as Sacred and 
                  profane were written with professional performers in mind.
                   
                  In the second half of the century the English part-song fell 
                  on straitened times. The large amateur choirs began to shrink, 
                  and at the same time composers began to feel that they needed 
                  smaller professional choirs to deal with the technical problems 
                  of their more advanced music. The choirs themselves, those that 
                  still programmed contemporary music at all, sang smaller pieces 
                  by lesser composers, often mere jeux d’esprit which 
                  hardly began to face up to the challenge of the great body of 
                  English poetry. Even the larger choirs stopped putting part-songs 
                  on their concert schedules.
                   
                  But rejoice! Jonathan Dove has rediscovered the form, and he 
                  has done it proud. The main work on this disc is the only one 
                  with piano accompaniment - well played with plenty of solidity 
                  by Cromar - and it consists of seven well-contrasted settings 
                  of which that of Adieu! Farewell, earth’s bliss - to 
                  words by Thomas Nashe - is quite simply a masterpiece.
                   
                  In beauty may I walk is a slightly over-complex setting 
                  of a simple Navajo poem. As an interlude we are given a setting 
                  for solo mezzo-soprano of My love is mine from The 
                  Song of Songs. This is an absolute gem, a perfectly straight 
                  setting of beautiful English words in the translation of Miles 
                  Coverdale set to a two-limbed melody that has all the charm 
                  of a traditional folksong. There is nothing pretentious at all 
                  here, nothing trite and nothing unworthy. It is superlatively 
                  well sung by Felicity Turner, who has no trouble at all with 
                  reaching the higher notes required on occasion and never betrays 
                  the slightest problems with pitch in her long unaccompanied 
                  reading. If folk singers could be persuaded to look at this 
                  piece, it would go down a bomb in folk clubs right across the 
                  land.
                   
                  The earliest setting here, Who killed Cock Robin?, 
                  is also one of the most complex and certainly sounds the most 
                  difficult to sing. It is great fun, a resolutely jolly setting 
                  of the traditional rhyme with plentiful opportunities for imitations 
                  of the various creatures who volunteer for the various funereal 
                  duties requested. The composer describes the piece as a “fable” 
                  but surely that is a misnomer; a fable is a story with a moral, 
                  while this is a delightfully amoral poem where even the murderer 
                  gets away with it.
                   
                  Most of the works on this disc date from a five year period 
                  between 1996 and 2001; one hopes that Dove will continue to 
                  explore the realms of possibility that the part-song opens up. 
                  The latest pieces are three settings of Emily Dickinson; and 
                  the second is a fabulously delicate piece of choral jewellery.
                   
                  The last three items here are all set to religious texts, including 
                  – one is delighted to see – one by the resolutely unfashionable 
                  Dorothy L Sayers. All three should be part of the regular repertory 
                  in churches; they would make an ideal change from the more pop-orientated 
                  items so often inflicted on long-suffering congregations. The 
                  Sayers setting, The Three Kings, is quite a challenge 
                  for the voices but the poem is very moving and the conclusion 
                  of the carol brings a sense of real resolution.
                   
                  The choir here appears from the photograph on the back cover 
                  on the booklet to consist of only fourteen singers, but the 
                  interior of the booklet lists forty names and the volume that 
                  the choir produces certainly reinforces the impression of the 
                  larger number. Even so one could imagine the Tennyson setting 
                  Ring out, wild bells with an even larger body of sound. 
                  The acoustic of the Wimbledon church is ideal for these performances, 
                  giving a fine ring to the sound without blurring the inner voices.
                   
                  Paul Corfield Godfrey