THE TIMES:

Ten years old this month, but still flush with the sheer cheek of what
they do, Orlando Gough's ragbag choir have been blowing out the
candles with gusto. They took on a whole week of programming at Kings
Place, capping it with this winningly indulgent night of personal
celebration. The greatest hits tour, you might have called it, were it
not impossible for this group to perform anything with a sense of
reverence: they're far too in the moment.

Perhaps ragbag choir isn't the best way of describing the Shout, but
it does sum up two things they represent: choral singing without the
stuffiness. In place of most choirs' obsession with tweezering the
blend, their members come from multiple places in the musical map,
ranging from pop to soul, music theatre to opera. What they all share
is a brilliant sense of musicianship, combining staggering discipline
(everything is a cappella, everything is memorised, everything is in
tune) with an exhilarating willingness to dart off in unexpected
directions.

This showcase gave us the best of their versatility. One moment the
group were absorbed in the febrile heat of Mike Henry's percussive
Song for a Dark Girl, the next they gathered in a Gaelic threnody,
Grioghal Cridhe, with Rebecca Askew the pure-voiced soloist. Theatre
infuses but never smothers their vocalism: in Galeas, a Greek-Ladino
lament for the enslaved, the group spread out disconsolately,
breathing out the strains of a slave's labour before two singers gave
full cry to the melody. But, just when you think it's all gone a bit
worthy, the Shout gamely bring on a duet sung with the text entirely
back to front: loopy, but oddly compelling.

It's touches such as this that remind you that the Shout isn't just
about sound: when they sing, they do it with an immediacy that almost
lets you touch a song as well hear it. Here's to ten more years

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