Masses for the dead are big ones for this casual fan, and I daresay Fauré’s is my favourite. There’s just something grand that comes with a choir belting out Latin vocals that really whips it for me. In saying this, though, we tragically had arrived late to the performance and as a result were politely herded into the late-box [Ed Jack notes: called a viewing room] like domesticated farmlife to hear the remainder of the first half behind soundproof glass.