A substantial crowd filled St. Mark's Episcopal Church in Berkeley on Friday for the opening of Volti's 29th season. The concert, titled "Adventures in Life, Love, and Longing," presented recent works (the oldest of which was written in 1987) by six living composers, many of whom were in attendance at the performance. Four works were premieres. The evening was a pleasant reminder that the Bay Area is rich in ensembles promoting new music, and that Volti takes its place as one of the most accomplished of these ensembles.
Volti's strength lies in its carefully blended sound and its meticulous attention to detail. The ensemble produces a remarkably clean, penetrating tone, with all the parts coming together to form a single unified whole. Rhythmic ensemble was at a high level, as well, thanks to the energetic conducting of Artistic Director Robert Geary. However, the group's tight blend occasionally seemed a detriment, as the balance between melody and accompaniment was at times unsatisfactory, as was the balance in moments of extended rhythmic and melodic counterpoint. When solos emerged from the texture they were consistently beautifully delivered, but again occasionally overbalanced by the ensemble.
The intonation was superb throughout the concert, no small feat considering the challenges of the repertoire. The one disappointment in intonation came during Alan Fletcher's The Lake Isle of Innisfree, a setting of a well-known Yeats poem. The composer's masterful setting, with its reliance on close intervals and voices moving in and out of phase with one another, was marred near its close when the soprano section proved unable to sustain a delicate high passage without slipping a few notches below where they needed to be.
The concert opened with Howard Hersh's Let Evening Come, set to a poem by Jane Kenyon. A moving meditation on death, the poem is marked by a refrain on the title words, repeated four times. Hersh's decision to vastly increase the number of repetitions of this refrain — given a musical motive of a descending major second followed by a descending perfect fourth — became grating after a while and seemed excessive.
For this reviewer, Hersh's setting for the most part was a disappointment, with its syrupy-sweet harmonies and its cliched insertion of chirping noises from the choir at the lines "let the cricket take up chafing." The composer's decision to end the song with a pyramid chord, building up a major seventh chord starting with the bass note-by-note, also added to my uneasy sense that I had heard this all before somewhere.