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The King’s Singers Provide Enough “Love & War” to Fill Town Hall

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It isn’t that each of the six King’s Singers has an unusual voice, just a beautiful one. It’s the combination of this matched set of men’s voices singing together — with the impeccable intonation, the purity of tone, the expressiveness each one brings — that makes hearing the group an extraordinary experience.

This was borne out at the Early Music Guild’s sold-out Town Hall concert Saturday night, when the group gave a performance titled “Triumphs: Renaissance Conquests of Love and War.” It was an applicable title.

The first half included six pairs of madrigals from the late 16th to early 17th centuries from Italy and England: the Italian from Il Trionfo di Dori—madrigals commissioned in praise of a bride, Elisabetta Zustinian—and the English from The Triumphs of Oriana, a similar collection inspired by the former, this one in praise of another Elizabeth, Queen of England.

Together, the composers made up a who’s-who of many of the great madrigal writers of those two countries at a time when its form flourished, including Gabrieli, Striggio, and Palestrina on the Italian side; Morley and Weelkes on the English. Given their intent, all twelve of these madrigals are high-falutin’ pastoral descriptions of nymphs and shepherds singing praises.

Madrigals aren’t long, and the beauty of each of these lies in the individual lines woven like threads in a tapestry, each perfect in itself, but making up the greater whole together. Where The King’s Singers excel is the exact balance of those threads, each with its own color, and since they sing this music without vibrato, the harmonic intervals are clean and thus brighter.

The second half of the concert came down to earth with a bump, much earthier songs bracketed by two narrative chansons from Janequin, “Les Cris de Paris” and “La Guerre.”

In “Les Cris” the singers created the hawkers’ sometimes raucous competition for buyers, not diminished by a siren on a nearby street which just added to the ambience. In “La Guerre,” they were the entire battle — soldiers exhorting each other, fife and drummers building the excitement, cannon and bombardiers and at the end, triumph one side, defeat the other.

In between came songs which could have expressed the amorous dalliance by either soldiers or hawkers, much more down to earth than the madrigals, and just one gorgeous little song capturing the ambience of Paris.

The King’s Singers — two countertenors, one tenor, two baritones and a bass — started its existence in 1968, named from all of them being choral scholars in the famed choir of King’s College, Cambridge. The longest tenure in the group as of now is countertenor David Hurley, who has been with it since 1990, and the most recent, bass Jonathan Howard who has only been a Singer since 2011.

For this concert, the group stood in a shallow arc, with flat-topped music stands just above waist level. While what a group wears is rarely relevant in a review, it’s rare to see six men performing in identical sartorially elegant suits which appeared tailormade for each one, with identical ties and shirts. It’s also unusual that they all stood in the same stance, their hands, when not turning a page, clasped at waist level. The effect tended to keep distraction at a minimum, at least until the second half, when particularly tenor Paul Phoenix produced a most expressive pair of shoulders and knees, not to mention his face and head.

The enthusiastic audience brought them back, at which time one shed a tie, another a coat and they settled down to a game of cards (poker maybe?), at a miraculously produced cloth-covered table singing one more Italian song, then finishing standing in close order like a pop group answering a special request, a greeting for an audience couple’s new grandchild, with “You Are the New Day.” It was just as exquisitely sung, as spellbinding, as everything that had gone before.

They said they’ll be back here next December. Up next from the Early Music Guild is a visit from Tafelmusik, which Gramophone has called “one of the world’s top baroque orchestras.”

Stile Antico Creates a Cathedral of Sound at St. James

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It’s frenetic, this time of year. We are all so busy, caught up in the whirlwind of finding gifts, planning or going to parties, baking and welcoming visitors, flying out, worrying about the budget, and coping simultaneously with everyday life. It’s almost too much.

Taking time out to go to a concert of exquisite music written for the season between four and five hundred years ago may not sound eminently sensible, but it is. Large numbers of people did so Saturday night, filling St. James Cathedral to hear the young British group of thirteen conductorless singers, Stile Antico, presented by the Early Music Guild.

It felt like being suspended in an oasis for a couple of hours, and being reminded that this is not, at heart, merely a month of crass commercialism, but a religious celebration. For all, church or non-churchgoers, it started the season in an affirmation of its meaning.

The heart of the program was an incomplete Mass, Puer natus est, by Thomas Tallis, interspersed with other settings for Advent and Christmas by William Byrd, Robert White, John Taverner, and John Sheppard.

From unison plainchant which ebbed and flowed like speech, to seven intricate, complex parts for the Tallis, Stile Antico sang unaccompanied with exact pitch and no vibrato so that chords were marvels of perfection. It was sometimes hard to hear words from the back of the cathedral, but often that was less important than hearing the interweaving of the polyphonic lines and the harmonies when they all came together.

All of the music was of praise, like the White Magnificat, and the Byrd Tollite portas (“Lift up your gates”), or prayerful, like the sublime Agnus Dei from the Tallis Mass.

The plainchant, mostly sung by the men, sounded rich and purposeful; that by the women, just the Audivi vocem de caelo (“I heard a voice from heaven”) by Taverner, pure and soaring. There was much throughout that was extremely high for the sopranos, whose voices never flagged or lost pitch, but reached the rafters seemingly without effort.

While many of the men might have had rigorous training as children in England’s firstclass choir schools, the women most likely didn’t in quite that way. However, unless you listened very carefully, it would be hard to say if it was woman or boy singing here. Perhaps there is an added energy to boys’ voices, as with their smaller bodies they have to sing out more, where women’s sound may be smoother, but no less clear.

It would be hard to hear any English cathedral choir singing this music any more beautifully that was done by Stile Antico. This was their first visit to Seattle, for a one-night performance, so you will have to wait to hear them again–unless you’re able to get to Chan Centre at UBC, in Vancouver, BC, by 8 p.m. tonight.