Alexandra Coghlan

I don’t know when I’ve been more moved: Ora Singers at Tate Modern reviewed

Plus: unfiltered music-making from Hampstead Collective that carries an illicit and sensual charge

Ora Singers conducted by Suzi Digby, performing Spem in alium at Tate Modern. Image: Tate / Nick Rutter 
issue 03 October 2020

It’s the breath I miss most. The moment when a shuffling group of men and women in scruffy concert blacks breathe in as one and become an ensemble. Now that our breath is diseased, shrunk from, masked, now that performances are digitally distanced and filtered, smoothed and flattened out on screens, there’s something dangerously poignant about that physical swell of inhalation and exhalation that sets the air in motion at the front of a concert hall.

Which is why, when I heard that 40 singers would be coming together in Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall to sing Thomas Tallis’s Spem in alium, I twitched with need to be there.

We talk a lot about size with Spem (and not just since it made a cameo appearance in Christian Grey’s Red Room of Pain in Fifty Shades of Grey), get hung up on the 40 parts that make it one of the biggest works of its kind.

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