| Jeremy Jackman
|17 February 1983
The King’s Singers had the equipment to handle all this music. The intonation was almost eery in its trueness, the diction admirable, the ensemble textures polished to a high gleam. There was, indeed, a smoothness, which – while never quite degenerating into the slick – made one yearn for occasional friction, a few moments of rough attack or rawness, to interrupt our untroubled path along all this perfection.