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The Bostridge Project: Ancient and Modern, Wigmore Hall

An evening of English song doesn't quite live up to the promise of its programming

Ian Bostridge: lending genius to even the slightest of English songs

The poster boy for a generation of thinking, reading, researching soloists, tenor Ian Bostridge is a regular recitalist. But the programmes he has curated for the current Bostridge Project at the Wigmore Hall have given him the opportunity to show that there’s a lot more to his skills than just performance. Sharing the stage over a sequence of concerts with artists including Angelika Kirschlager, Nicholas Daniel, Sophie Daneman and The English Concert, Bostridge has constructed a mini-season of “Ancient and Modern” themed events that bridge the divides between early and twentieth century music, between period and contemporary instruments.

On paper this central concert – a programme yoking the Elizabethan lute songs of John Dowland to songs from England’s second musical renaissance – was a gem. Unfortunately in practice what should have been an generous excess of music and performers proved uneven and more than a little over-weighted. IllnENess robbed the programme of mezzo Madeleine Shaw, so madrigal arrangements became three-part affairs, shared among Bostridge, soprano Sophie Daneman and baritone Mark Stone – soloists who never quite became a true vocal consort.

Bostridge took us to a place of emotive discomfort

Both balance and textural clarity were a problem, with few if any words travelling the length of the Wigmore. Given the wit and entendre of some of this material (Dowland’s Come again, sweet love being the classic example) it was a shame to lose the text, an absence we felt if anything more keenly in the composer’s more reflective, narrative numbers such as White as Lilies where storytelling is everything.

While lutenist Elizabeth Kenny provided characteristically deft support for both vocal solos and ensembles, she was thwarted by the capricious acoustic of the Wigmore dome. Only in her own solos – music for lute also by Dowland – were we able to appreciate the astringent beauty of her tone and catch a glimpse of the dances so deeply sublimated within this music.

Pairing Dowland’s music with Peter Warlock’s faithful arrangements of Elizabethan songs for string quartet and voice was a juxtaposition as pleasing aurally as historically. Sadly the Heath Quartet (here required to do their best impression of a viol consort) seemed ill at ease in their accompanying role, generating some uneasy power struggles with the singers. Stone suffered particularly, and My little Sweet Darling became a cradle song that rocked in all the wrong ways, while the syncopated cross-rhythms of the cycle’s latter songs seemed forever in danger of spinning out of control.

While the Elizabethan miniatures (both original and in arrangement) rely on expressive precision, the songs of Warlock and Gurney (accompanied by Julius Drake) offered the singers rather more freedom. Bostridge took us back to the music of his very first disk with the impeccable poise of Rest, Sweet Nymphs, lending this slight song a genius it barely deserves, while Daneman’s (pictured above) Cradle Song caught both the edgier suggestions of Warlock’s setting and its tenderness.

Gurney settings fared respectably enough, though it was with the arrival of Nicholas Daniel’s (pictured left) cor anglais for Warlock’s cycle-in-miniature The Curlew that an evening of fragments truly gained coherence. Bostridge’s bladed tenor finds a natural echo in Warlock’s unsettled harmonies, both rejecting the pastoral comforts encoded into so much English 20th century music. Here, set off against the onyx glints of the cor anglais and the Heath Quartet’s resolutely untamed musical landscape, Bostridge took us to a place of emotive discomfort, a reminder of the nostalgia and denial as well as the national pride that fuelled England’s Elizabethan musical revival.

While shoppers shoved and traffic aggressed outside in Bond Street, the Wigmore’s not-too-novelty festive programming offered a serious alternative to more overtly Christmassy fare. If the evening didn’t quite live up to the shiny promise of its packaging however, it was perhaps an issue over-abundance rather than stinginess. When the season returns for its final outing in February I’ll be back as well, hoping on that occasion for just a little less music performed with just a little more care.

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But the Wikpedia entry on Mark Bostridge says they are cousins

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Is Bostridge related to the writer Mark Bostridge, whose book on Florence Nightingale was a prozewinner a few years ago?

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