The Westminster Cathedral Choir have assembled 
                  a collection of relatively modern yet traditional-sounding music 
                  for this rather skimpy and not particularly well-performed program. 
                
Colin Mawby’s rich 
                  Ave verum corpus opens the disc. Although this is a rather 
                  attractive work, the choir spoils its grandeur when the men 
                  insist on shouting instead of singing. The tone is so raucous 
                  and harsh that it ruins any attempt by the listener to meditate 
                  on the body of Christ. At the climax the tenor section that 
                  hammers in like a jet engine obliterates any sense of an upward 
                  sweep of emotion or an opulent wash of sound, most egregiously.
                William Mathias’s 
                  Doctrine of Wisdom is sung better from a purely vocal 
                  stance, but as this disc wore on I found that the Westminsterites 
                  have two basic forms of expression: loud and soft. There is 
                  no subtlety in the dynamic or color shadings, and only one timbre 
                  that becomes dull in minutes.
                Two works from the 
                  mystical one-trick pony team of Tavener and Pärt are well enough 
                  performed, but the music itself is a crashing bore, repetitive 
                  to a fault and so static in harmonic language and lacking in 
                  rhythmic drive that any sublimity one might feel in the opening 
                  bars quickly gives way to numbing sleep induction.
                By far and away, 
                  the best two works on the disc are Rubbra’s Dominican Mass 
                  and the lovely Salve Regina by Herbert Howells, who occasionally 
                  put aside his Anglicanism to write in Latin for the Romans. 
                  The Mass is actually quite well sung and is remarkable for the 
                  clarity of its text settings and its delicious harmonies. The 
                  Howells suffers from less that clear enunciation and the overbearing 
                  singing of the adult men. 
                Hit and miss music 
                  with a more miss than hit performance. The total timing is also 
                  woefully short. One would think that this choir would have an 
                  extra piece or two in its repertoire to fill out the disc. The 
                  Rubbra is excellent, but hardly enough to recommend the entire 
                  recording.
                Kevin Sutton