Land Mass

Land Mass

The Improvisers' Choir

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Land Mass trailer - all music and bird sounds are created by the choir. The only additional sound source are the wind-like whirling of bull roarers which appear from time to time.

A Word from the Artistic Director

My name is Jenni Roditi, I’m the artistic director of a unique choir, one that improvises all its own music, allowing the integrity of everyone’s voice to be heard. Through film we take our music to an immersive level, with vocal-visual storytelling and together with spoken-word poetry, we create spontaneous, freestyle choral performances to ambient, hyper-real and surreal film.

“For some reason I felt a Biblical sequence in your piece… can’t quite explain it but as if it began with Creation, with that question of who creates and then the creation unfolds, all the way to an Exodus of some kind…”


“Neither preaching nor catastrophising, this is an opportunity to see things as they really are; to feel the power and emotion in the voices that accompany each segment; and to revisit the text of the opening poem, to remind us of the questions we can ask ourselves daily.” 


“I was spellbound, weeping, raging and enchanted – it opens up the whole vessel of the human being.” 


“Beautiful work, deep and emotive, thank you.” 


Koyaanisqatsi (music-film by composer Philip Glass) looks down on the world from above. Land Mass looks up at the world from below”. 


“We never hear this depth and range of voice – but now we have! The layers of humanity are like geology in sound.” 


“Land Mass is nature organising itself through human beings.” 


“It’s a masterpiece. I could’ve listened for another two hours, sublime.” 




A new kind of liturgy is about to begin… a Land Mass. This is a spontaneous, vocal-visual liturgy for the land, sung by a unique choir, The Improvisers’ Choir, conducted by composer Jenni Roditi, who is creating her conducting directions as the improvised music is sung.

An Order of Service, listed in the opening titles, invites the possibility of a ceremonial space and the start of a participatory journey, with the promise, we hope, of redemption. Spoken- word poet Toby Thompson opens this Land Mass with his beseeching poem Bird Bath. There is longing, fury, despair, grit - and an aching call for grace and mercy in his words.

But how can he truly liberate himself, he asks, - from all this? What is this world, whose dawn chorus is both a ‘raucous din’ and a ‘flawless hymn’ while he reluctantly remains ‘trapped in the prison of me, like a grizzly bear in a derelict zoo’?

It’s as if his Bird Bath were a holy font, blessing the ‘sobs’ of his ‘doubtful fog.’ His call to freedom: ‘let me out, let me out!’ is no more than a ‘riddle’. He is trapped, ‘lonesome’ in his own ‘fortress,’ and can only hear the 'wind chimes sigh'.

As the poem ends the entrance to this metaphorical liturgical space, this Land Mass - is complete. A suffering, which we can all recognise, has been verbalised and given form in such striking poetry.

It’s time to look beyond the ‘trap’ that Toby names, to a bigger relationship with nature and the land: the ground on which we all stand. It’s time to voice, with the land itself.

Toby’s beseeching questions echo throughout, as we revisit his poem, in sections, between scenes.

We then begin the Land Mass narrative which moves through both nature and nurture’s order: Plough, Sow, Seed, Root, Birds, Sap, Bud, Seed, Stem, Birds, Sprout, Reap, Seed, Husk, Yield, Birds, and finally Orb.

There are three repetitions of Seed and Birds as a reminder of the always-hidden power in a Seed, and the always-singing world of Birds. Over these two repeating musical moments, Toby’s poem is presented as text, in sections, reminding us of the unsolvable paradoxes of everyday life.

Plough then starts, with a human stake in this landmass, a work-song of toil, despair, exhaustion, and wild indignation.

Sow invites the human hand to intervene for a second step, casting a stratospheric spell of seed dispersal, as new life is planted in the earth.

But still, Seed remains the singular sound of an always-beginning, as the opening poem appears now as text only, casting back to contemplations – ‘call it karma, call it sin’.

Root then dives downwards into the earth’s underbelly, where the beginnings of life are always hidden, churning up the belly in a voice which echoes memories from ancestral times.

After this the Birds continue their song, (although we may ponder for how long?) as the poem’s text next reminds us of ‘yet another catacomb built in a hurry’.

Sap then explodes, as if in defiance, bringing dark germinations to the light where unnamed powers of renewal refuse any deathly sentence and orgasmic ladybirds share their sweetest, sexiest joys.

Bud is formed, oxygenates, pops, dances, plays. The glory of flowers appearing on the earth, reveal themselves nakedly in shameless delight.

As before, Seed returns as a singular sounding presence under the poem, repeating insistently: ‘the question remains what the heck did I do that my soul should be held captive?’

Stem then arches and lurches forwards, upwards, reaching to the light and yet planted, an earth-born green and purple statue, a single stem, dignified and simply, itself.

Birds again continue their song, but now the poem asks emphatically, ‘somebody tell me what am I, what am I? A chess piece held in a cosmic hand?’

Sprout releases its overspilling energies, evoking multiplicity, repetitions, procreating, and expanding, eventually towards a plateau of steady growth.

Reap now sings of nature providing nurture in a short burst of bounty, drawn from the toil of Plough, the spell of Sow, the burrowing of Root, the rising of Sap, the celebration of Bud, the expansion of Stem and the multiplicity of Sprout.

Now with Reap human hands receive their reward, coming together to celebrate their labour in dance and ritual.

Seed remains, the singular sound of the always-beginning as Toby’s text repeats, after several iterations, the same urgent questions, - ‘who built the wall that walls me in? Who wrote the chorus the dawn bird sings?’

Husk, the discarded sheaf, must be lost, composted, as melancholy and bereavement is embraced. Nature makes sacrifices, but it is to preserve life while strange ghosts rise from the husky ashes, in wild and fiery flights of their own making.

Yield brings in nature’s harvest for the people and to celebrate there is fire, heat, and community as hearts spark together and unite as one, in glorious accord.

Birds continue their singing, before the final part of the poem settles into its own answer to the poet’s searching questions – the final image leaves us in no doubt: ‘by way of reply, the wind chimes sigh, and the bird bath fountain sobs’.


Orb then softly lifts our gaze upwards and away from the land. This is a recycling and redemptive rounding. An orb is said to be a mysterious, floating, visiting spirit or even a UFO. As such a mysterious visitor appears in the music: the grand old master JS Bach with his Prelude in C Major, played on the piano by Cassie Yukawa-McBurney, reminding the listener of the mighty power and stature of the well-tempered clavier and yet, - testing the sanctity of the music - the choir are heard grinding vowels around their collective mouths, echoing textures of previous pieces.

Then, a solo vocal line, sung by Jenni Roditi, is heard over the Bach, expelling the piano further from its known aura, and it willingly accedes. Moving into a parallel universe the tempered tuning is now in intimate relationship with non-tempered vocal ornaments, slides, and improvisation. There is a rounding-off in this translucent Orb as the Mass itself is complete. We hear the final soft echoes of the choir’s voices, harmonics and crackling vocal fry, which burns away everything, into silence.


We are left with ourselves.

Land Mass may be thought of as an expressionistic liturgy, looking into the wilderness and beauty of our human inner worlds, through vocal improvisations that have been gentle shaped by a conductor using a special method of hand signals. With collective threading, openness and power from all the artists involved, the voices of the choir become inextricably linked with Nature herself. 
What might be the difference, really? 


The piece is a blend of open, creative, unplanned vocal expression and utterance with fixed and semi-fixed, known forms and approaches – viz:

• the single Blumlein Pair 360° microphone that enabled the singers to collaborate without the use of headphones, with thanks to Asier Leatxe Ibañez d'Opakoa, the recording producer for this idea

• the cinematography of Sara Pozin

• the composed poetry of Toby Thompson

• the Prelude in C major BWV 846 by JS Bach, composed in 1722 and its performance by Cassie Yukawa-McBurney

• a musical technique from the 1960’s known as ‘conduction’ for shaping improvised music.

• And especially the musical imaginations of each member of The Improvisers’ Choir

The piece was envisioned, directed, and collated by Artistic Director Jenni Roditi in a compositional curation of the multiple strands.


Let there always be space to weave collaboratively, so we can live respectfully on this mass of land - that holds us briefly, in the vast, endless, silent aliveness of a conscious multiverse.

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The choir sing conduc...ted vocal improvisation, bringing this practice up into the light of public performance and recordings. TIC are a group of creative, agile and reliable vocal improvisers who come from a diverse range of vocal traditions and styles.

Before lockdown TIC were hitting the London scene, winning the underground music scene's Nonclasscial, Battle of the Bands, appearing regularly at the Vortex Jazz Club - Dalston, Club Inégales - Euston, Skronk Nights - Manor House, Club Vocalé -Crouch End, among others. They played Koç University in Istanbul in 2016.

At Club Vocalé special esteemed guests Ian Shaw, Cleveland Watkiss MBE and Peter Wiegold collaborated with the choir in their 2016/17 concert series. Check out

“Jenni Roditi’s vocal improvisation choir was poignantly reaffirming of the power of the individual voice, and the difference it can make as part of a collective, not least in the creative practice of collaborative music-making, but as a societal allegory.”
Royal Musical Association. March 2019.

Before lockdown the choir spent two half-days recording at Craxton's in Hampstead and have created LAND MASS, a Spontaneous Vocal Liturgy for the Land, with filmmaker Sara Pozin and special guests, Toby Thompson, spoken word poet and Cassie Yukawa-McBurney, piano. The audio tracks are available on streaming platforms and the film is about to be released on OnJamTV and will be submitted to film festivals.

The choir have received funding from Arts Council England, Performing Rights Foundation and from private sponsors.
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