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EIF: The Veil of the Temple

Usher Hall, Edinburgh

Composer John Tavener considered the eight-hour choral epic The Veil of the Temple to be his supreme achievement, presumably for more than just its epic duration. Its second ever complete performance ended with the full forces of the Edinburgh Festival Chorus, Monteverdi Choir, and National Youth Choir of Scotland on the Usher Hall platform and lower reaches of the choir stalls chanting the Sanskrit mantra of Peace, “Om Shanti”.

The conductor who had magnificently held the entire performance together, Sofi Jeannin, even allowed herself to join in and let her energetic arms rest.

Backstage stories suggest that the journey to that moment was not always peaceful and Jeannin’s achievement even more impressive than it appeared from an audience perspective, and it is to be hoped that the conductor, who directed the Dunedin Consort’s St Matthew Passion in Easter 2024, now becomes part of team EIF, an ad-hoc company evident in the line-up for this event.

As well as its own chorus, the Festival’s sole staff musicians – excepting current director Nicola Benedetti – and celebrating their 60th birthday this year, that team always features the young singers of NYCOS, who have shown themselves capable of rising to any challenge the EIF throws their way.

We should also include Puerto Rican soprano Sophia Burgos, also an essential ingredient of last year’s opening concert La Pasion segun San Marcos, and here the promenading soprano whose arias, in tandem with the duduk of Hovhannes Margaryan, began each section of the work.

The transformation of the Usher Hall into a believable religious sanctuary rather than a concert hall was the work of Thomas Guthrie, singer and violin player as well as a director, and a crucial front-line member of the Alehouse Sessions band that gave a memorable “beanbag” concert at EIF 2024.

The most striking element of Guthrie’s staging was a stepped altar in the midst of those stalls beanbags, which bore candles indicating the progress through the eight “cycles” of the composition and on and around which the Monteverdi Choir and its step-out soloists performed. Beyond that, however, Guthrie placed singers just about anywhere they might feasibly go so that solo voices and choirs popped up amongst every section of the audience and sounded hauntingly off-stage from the foyer spaces – as well as sometimes entirely filling those choir stalls.

Whether his efforts, and Tavener’s music, translated into a spiritual experience rather than a durational one, is perhaps debatable. As the structure of the work revealed itself – those cycles revisiting the same material in incrementally changing ways as the forces involved built and the pitch rose, a tone at time – its predictability was not always a blessing. And although some of the choral music was sumptuous, the deliberate mono-tonal simplicity of much of the solo parts was a challenge.

In fairness, it was one to which the Monteverdi soloists rose bravely and effectively. Soprano Theano Papadaki and tenor Hugo Hymas delivered the work’s repeating sequence of beatitudes with passion, and bass-baritone Florian Stortz was superb with the Passion-tide Gospel utterances of Christ. A trio of resonant basses – Tristan Hambleton, Richard Weigold and Rob Macdonald – were as mobile in their solo appearances as Burgos.

Special mention should also go to the tenor soloist from the Festival Chorus, David Lee, who featured in the only section, Cycle 4, which did not include the Monteverdi Choir.

Like him, the player of the Usher Hall organ, David Goodenough, was unidentified in the programme. His drone note was the first sound of the afternoon, and for much of the performance that was all that he was required to do, but the full might of the instrument was heard at the end, when brass, horns and timpani from the RSNO also came into play. For the most part, the orchestra’s principal percussionist Simon Lowden and his section colleagues added the crucial spare instrumental ingredients, alongside specialists on Tibetan temple horn and Indian harmonium.

There was scarcely a note of these sonic details that the conductor did not precisely cue, but even more impressive was the attention Jeannin gave to the three choirs, no matter where they were singing from. The balance she achieved – in which it was still possible to appreciate their individual strengths – was truly remarkable.

It would have been asking too much for the choral performance to be flawless, but it was never less than excellent. This edition of the Monteverdi Choir, now directed by Jonathan Sells, sounded more admirable for the character of the individual voices within it than its ensemble sound, but its own Usher Hall concert may prove a better guide to that. Under the direction of James Grossmith, the Edinburgh Festival Chorus sings in a very precise and measured way and its quietest moments here were the most impressive.

There is a great deal of demanding rhythmic complexity in the vocal score of The Veil of the Temple, as well as a lot of music at the very top of the soprano range. In both these areas, it was the young singers of the National Youth Choir that delivered the goods beyond all reasonable expectation of their experience. Prepared by NYCOS founder Christopher Bell and directed by Mark Evans, this year’s cohort have already matched the huge contribution their predecessors have made to recent Festival programmes, with more opportunities to hear them in Festival and Fringe to come.

Keith Bruce

Pictures: Sofi Jeannin by Patrick Allen; Florian Stortz by Andrew Perry

SCO / Luks

City Halls, Glasgow

If there are different formats in which Handel’s Messiah works for concert-goers, Bach’s Christmas Oratorio is much less adaptable, which may explain why there are fewer opportunities to hear it.

With Czech Baroque specialist Vaclav Luks in charge, this was a performance not to miss. The key ingredient was the SCO Chorus, again proving itself in another league from the choirs associated with most orchestras. Chorus director Gregory Batsleer had prepared a perfectly balanced unit with as many men as women, equal numbers of singers in each section, and enough young recruits to guarantee a freshness in the sound alongside the wisdom of the voices of experience.

Luks had clearly thought carefully about how to present this priceless asset, arraying them close behind the instrumentalists, and arranging the players in a way that was as singularly effective. Immediately in front of him were the harpsichord and chamber organ, the latter a notably sweet-toned instrument played by Michael Bawtree. With most of the strings on the conductor’s left, only the cellos and basses were on the right hand half of the stage, with all the winds and brass in front of them.

Of the vocal soloists, only tenor Robin Tritschler, in the narrative role of the Evangelist, remained at the centre of the platform, with the other three seated in the wings between their contributions. All of this helped the narrative of the music, while asking the instrumental soloists to stand in their places when partnering the singers was also an important contribution to the story.

After the introductory chorus, with the pure-toned sopranos making an immediate impression, Tritschler led the drama. His delivery was matched by the animation of bass-baritone Florian Stortz, making his SCO debut, and soprano soloist Julia Doyle. Mezzo Helen Charlston, singing the role of the Virgin Mary, was a more sedate presence as suited her arias of lullaby and contemplation.

This concert presented the first three cantatas of the six in the full oratorio (shepherds and angels, but no magi), and was full of memorable moments: the chorus sopranos joining Stortz, the continuo and reeds in Cantata 1, Tritschler duetting with first flute Andre Cebrian in Cantata 2, and Cantata 3’s duet of Doyle and Stortz and a trio of winds among them.

Luks made every detail crystal clear, while the SCO Chorus continued its magnificent form. Cantata 2’s brief unaccompanied Chorale, Schaut hin, dort liegt im finstern Stall, was quite exquisite, their German diction was immaculate throughout, and there was always a clear tonal distinction between the brisk Choruses and more measured Chorales.

Keith Bruce

Portrait of Julia Doyle by Louise O’Dwyer