ESTONIAN
PHILHARMONIC
CHAMBER
CHOIR
Voices: A
Festival of Song
Esplanade
Concert Hall
Friday (13 December 2013 )
This review was published in The Straits Times on 16 December 2013 with the title "Riveting showcase of the human voice".
One of the greatest legacies bestowed on mankind
by Western civilisation was the gift of polyphony. The infinite permutations of
harmony made available to the ear are the glory of choirs celebrated in Voices,
Esplanade’s festival of singing. The Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir, one
of the world’s great a cappella vocal ensembles, presented a riveting programme
that also reflected its unique and inimitable Baltic heritage.
Its concert, conducted by founding director Tonu
Kaljuste (left), had a half each devoted to sacred and secular repertoire. Opening
with J.S.Bach’s motet Singet Dem Herrn
(Sing To The Lord), the 26 members
immediately exerted its authority with sheer wealth of volume, allied by an
incisiveness and accuracy that made the complex counterpoint seem like child’s
play.
Technically unimpeachable, it was the spirit with which each work was infused that moved, not least also in Brahms’s motet Warum Is Das Licht (Wherefore Is Light), which began with Job’s contrition and sorrow and moved into the sunshine of hope and deliverance in the promises of God.
There were some fine alto solos in Debussy’s Three Songs Of Charles d’Orleans but the
most absorbing moments were in two major works by Estonian Veljo Tormis (born
1930, left) sung in the native language. Although secular in nature, his St John’s Day Songs were a celebration of the midsummer solstice
coloured with an earthy and animistic fervour. Chants of “jaanika” and its
variants punctuated these joyous numbers, with the plethoric bath of harmony in
the final St John’s Song was
hauntingly beautiful.
For Raua
Needmine (Curse Upon Iron), the
incantations became even more primal and violent, the subject being an
indictment of modernism and the loss of old ways. The tongue-twisting words,
barely discernible above the ululation of vowels, reached a feverish pitch with
conductor-as-shaman Kaluste beating out rhythms on a hide-bound folk-drum. Even
Stravinsky’s The Rite Of Spring has
to take a back seat to this exciting ritual as performance.
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