I saw a notice for this  on the Knox College Bulletin.  A member of staff at the college was involved in its organisation for a week-long music festival at the Cathedral.  I have supported such events before with my attendance.  It was a dark and cold night.  A low sickle moon could be seen briefly through the windows of the sanctuary.

The first piece was Endless Black, a piece by Alastair Galbraith for a play Nameless by Leigh Davis, a poet who died of a brain tumour in 2009.  The composer was told to make the music for the play sound like ‘the voice of god’.  He investigated what the poet understood by god and it is the voice of a chthonic god  found in the voids and deep dark places of the earth.  It was a recorded piece for glass harmonium, accompanied by strings.

It was followed by The face of the water by the same composer, six members of an ensemble walked through the cathedral playing singing tubes.  I thought is was like ringing church bells, entirely appropriate.

The cathedral organist, George Chittenden, entered the organ and played De Profundis by Paul Mealor.  The organ muttered itself awake and growled through this multi-layered piece.  It is not something I would like to meet in the dark!  The piece was applauded.

An ensemble gathered at the front of the cathedral to play Fylfot by Alan Starrat Starrett, a languid and mournful piece.  Then the ensemble became Strork.  The lights were extinguished at the front of the cathedral and in the dark stone vault they extemporised through Cave Art.

The cathedral was filled with admirers of avant-garde music attending the concert.  I believe for many attendees it may have been a first visit to the cathedral, an opportunity to gaze on its architecture and its hospitality.