Colin Irwin 

Sam Lee, the Unthanks review – moving meditations on the first world war

The musical performances in this motley mix of wartime memories were strikingly beautiful, but the visual effects were distracting, writes Colin Irwin
  
  

Sam Lee
Moments of majesty … Sam Lee. Photograph: Karen Robinson Photograph: Karen Robinson

Ever the open book, Sam Lee called this “a concert about the lost voices … and we feel the weight of responsibility of carrying those voices … ” Lee and the Unthanks – both former Mercury Music prize nominees with an admirable penchant for taking risks and doing things differently – were always going to provide an appetising collaboration for a show subtitled “musical meditations on the first world war”.

It was a show of lofty ambitions, with Lee and the Unthank sisters, Rachel and Becky, performing a motley selection of adapted poems, traditional music, songs of the era and original material reflecting human experiences both on the front line and at home.

Backed by beauteous strings, a two-piece brass section, Nico Brown on an enlightened mix of instruments and regular Unthank (and Rachel’s husband) Adrian McNally on piano, the singers produced several moments of elegiac majesty. A Becky Unthank–Sam Lee duet, based on the writings of Roland Leighton and Vera Brittain’s reaction to his death, was genuinely moving, while a strong arrangement of the great Jim Boyes’ song Spring 1919 made for a telling finale. The sinister opening of the second half featured a second-world-war BBC recording of a nightingale, gradually drowned out by the rumble of allied bomber aircraft as the band struck up a startlingly discordant cacophony.

Yet such moments tended to highlight missed opportunities elsewhere. A recording of spoken personal recollections hinted at exciting potential for a Radio Ballads-type mix of actuality and music which was left explored, and the undeniably clever but overly arty visual effects created by Gorillaz collaborator Matthew J Watkins were more of a distraction than an enhancement.

Musically, it was tender and unerringly beautiful, but the performers’ emotions didn’t always transfer to the audience.

 

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