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In a world of mounting uncertainty, it’s a relief to find the King’s Singers are still around. The novelty of their act might have worn off since that inaugural London concert in 1968 but polished a capella singing by six male voices remains a miraculous thing and their latest album is a joy to spin.
The album’s lead track is the loveliest thing I’ve ever heard from the organ-pounding Max Reger. A set of Debussy songs flutter by like a Paris sommelier past a teetotal table. Three Ravel chansons and a frolic by Saint-Saens are crème patissiere on a tarte tatin. The diction in three languages is spot-on.
The best comes in the later tracks – meditations by the brother and sister Mendelssohn, a triptych of ditties by the Swede Hugo Alfven and the English hymn to the Finlandia tune that I last heard at Jimmy Carter’s funeral. This is a beautifully balanced programme without so much as a momentary lapse. Thank heavens for the King’s.
Did I say six male voices? They sneaked two female sopranos into the Vaughan Williams set, which is written for eight voices. I wouldn’t have known if the notes hadn’t mentioned it, so sweet is the fit.
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