Conductor David Hill found smiles in the Little Organ Mass by Haydn, that master of subtle wit. His choir’s sopranos sounded as though butter wouldn’t melt in the mischievous extended end of the Gloria – written, it is said, to annoy the Esterhazy Chapel clergy.

The Chorus were ‘tremendae’ indeed in the Rex tremendae section, dynamic in Confutatis and brought a chilling sense of inexorability to Lacrymosa.

Few cities have one choral society of this quality – Leeds has two.