4 NOVEMBER 1932, Page 19

I could sometimes wish for the infusion of a little

more red blood into the singing of the Wireless Singers. The recital they gave last Sunday was an instance of their lack. They have become so well-mannered in their singing that they are in danger of losing all individuality. Their tone is so refined that it is almost meaningless. Moreover, tho igh blurred enunciation is perhaps excusable with large ensembles, it is not excusable with small choruses-especially when they are singing contre- puntal music. The falling-off of the Wireless Singers is the greater pity since madrigals and part-songs (in common with instrumental forms of chamber-music) make such excellent broadcasting. The Radio Times calls the Wireless Singers "Stanford Robinson's platoon of nightingales," but I have yet to hear nightingales so unpassionate.