Victoria Requiem 1605
Tomás Luis de Victoria, The Sixteen, and Harry Christophers
I might fly wide of the mark with this statement, but I believe it, so I’ll say it: the instinct to organize albums into structures arises from some instinct to celebrate something with ritual. Albums done right might not exactly narrate a story, not per se, but when they’re done right they do encourage a holistic experience. One large excitement; a whole made of smaller wholes. Music in general seems to come from a place in us that sees the chaos and cries out that there’s order to be wrought, and there’s beauty in the order. Music is a cry in the loneliness of the uncaring, anonymous vastness oppressing our tiny selves. We are here, and we can make.
Creating ritual has been our response to the inexplicable for as long as we’ve had a species identity. I believe that all music is striving to make sense of the otherwise insensible. I believe that the instinct to create longer works is and instinct to create sacred time when the universe might be brought into balance. Perhaps only for a few minutes. Perhaps only for one person’s world. However small the effort, music helps give voice and reason to the unspeakable and unthinkable.
Perhaps some albums are more exciting, and maybe some offer greater entertainment. I shall not tell you about betterness or nobility. I will say that, to me, this recording attempts to make a balances moment out of death. It is attempt by T.L. de Victoria to create unspeakable sense for a moment of that insensible peculiarity of loss.
It might not work for everyone. But I like it. It gives me peace.