SIR THOMAS
ALLEN Bridgewater Hall
WHEN a
singer is in their 70s, the voice is naturally not the same as it was in
younger years.
I remember
hearing Elisabeth Schwarzkopf give one of her last recitals in Manchester , in the 1970s (she was in her 60s
then), and the legendary silvery tone was not what once it had been. But what
remained – intensified, if anything – was the artistry.
Sir Thomas
Allen is probably on the cusp of that period in his career. There is power, and
there is glorious tone, in his lovely baritone voice. But what you appreciate
more is the skill and subtlety with which he uses it.
His recital
on Wednesday night was part of the Bridgewater Hall’s series of events on open
air and landscape themes, Echoes Of A Mountain Song. But Sir Thomas (and
accompanist Joseph Middleton) had clearly been thinking of the time we’re in,
as well as the place we’re from, in their choice of English song, and several
of them bore distinct echoes of the centenary of the First World War’s tragic Battle of the Somme .
Vaughan
Williams’ Songs Of Travel began the programme. We heard five of them, ending
with Youth And Love and In Dreams, giving a valedictory tone to the selection.
Sir
Thomas’s resources are used to the full and most effectively in the lyrical and
gentle Let Beauty Awake and The Roadside Fire, and there was real poetry in the
understatement of the final songs.
John
Ireland (local composer!) was represented by two Masefield settings, and the
theme of Sea Fever continued in Michael Head’s The Estuary – a wonderful piece
whose big impressionistic passage showed Joseph Middleton’s skills to evocative
effect.
Sir Thomas
is good at the combination of vigour and nostalgia we meet in Quilter’s
Elizabethan and Shakespeare songs, and moving in the Housman settings of
Somervell and Butterworth, which straddled the interval. We heard The Lads In
Their Hundreds in both composers’ versions (with a gentle, loving postlude from
Joseph Middleton to the Butterworth one), and Is My Team Ploughing – vividly
characterized – was moving even though we knew the end that was coming.
After that
there were lighter ditties – Northumbrian songs including a very entertaining
Dance Ti Thy Daddy, and sentimental lyrics by Purcell, Penn and Coates. The
trilling piano in Bird Songs At Eventide sounded almost like Schubert.
Finally two
encores: VW’s Linden Lea (which, let it not be forgotten, was first heard in
its original choral form at Hooton Roberts near Rotherham), and Limehouse
Reach, by Michael Head, which showed Sir Thomas ending the evening with as much
strength and finesse as he began it.
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Robert
Beale