Madrigali

As Singapore's most-traveled troupe we have, in the last decade, covered more musical terrain than any other known choir at home.  From singing with electronics, catching shadows with a rapper, howling to bring back wolves, knocking pebbles together with/in silent recitation, 'worrying' overtones out of our systems, we have done everything possible to challenge the way we (and you) think about choral music.

Tonight - surprise! - the theatrics are purely musical.

Histrionic "fire-chords" and a multitude of modern-day musical devices colour the Renaissance texts.  The poems are in archaic Italian, blasts from the past by Tasso, Gero and Arlotti about that ageless subject - love.  The new music breathes fresh life into the words:  a series of 500-year-old lovelorn sighs borne on sleek steel wings, heat-seeking missiles aimed at our hardened contemporary hearts.

Heart is something we know.

The SYC could not have survived 42 years without this.  In the era of sorry-got-no-time(-lah), it has taken singers with big hearts to save a place for futuristic musicians and keep living composers in the black.  Originally a combined schools choir, we are now an auditioned hodgepodge of volunteers who feast weekly on the food of our love, the fruit of our labour - music.

So play on, already.