Moscow's Sirin Choir deals in ancient Orthodox chants and pesen zemlyi, popular songs of heaven and earth. Its female members wear colourful peasant costume, their male colleagues favouring simple clerical robes or black silk gear. In partnership they produce a raw, harsh-edged sound, shot through with folkish mordents and blessed with astonishing carrying power.
Wielding playground swords and chanting like Aberdonian fish auctioneers on speed may not be the essence of "cool", but the genuine feeling carried in the group's staged version of the "Massacre of the Innocents" stirred profound emotions, as did the mystical male-voice "Hymn of the Cherubim" and "Song to Sirin", Russia's bird of paradise.
The City of London Festival opened for business last week with a masterstroke of programming. Although Rachmaninov's "Vespers" was not quite proof against those whispering echoes of St Paul's, the combination of solemn, liturgical music, Wren's architecture and an idiomatic, richly expressive performance offset any loss of clarity in the work's most detailed polyphonic moments. Once the 40-strong St Petersburg Chamber Choir found its stride it could hardly be faulted.
Hearing testosterone-charged Russian second basses glide down to produce powerful, focused, bottom B flats and make anything beneath the stave sound comfortable is chastening enough for the average British choral baritone. But these prime examples of the species do the job with style and musicality.
The choir's upper line betrayed no trace of women attempting to mimic boys' voices; rather, the St Petersburg sopranos produced vibrant, colourful tone, not uniformly blended. This was choral sound with a strong foundation, beautifully homogeneous centre and characterful top, the antithesis of the Oxbridge model and yet its equal in ensemble discipline and accuracy.
Nikolai Korniev's conducting accounted for the acoustics without allowing the performance to sag in intensity. If anyone had neglected the sacred significance of music and place, Korniev and company surely jogged their memories with a captivating delivery of Rachmaninov's "Praise the name of the Lord".Reuse content