Not to put too fine a point on it, Poulenc composed everything at the piano. For unaccompanied choral music this can create quite startling problems of ensemble for the singers, with essentially random harmony and counterpoint. One shouldn't make these out as flaws though, for the results, when performed with as effortless perfection as this, are wonderful. The little devotional pieces are enchanting, but the magnificent Figure Humaine, a suite of surrealist wartime laments and love poems by Paul Valery, is quite overwhelming. This is one of those pieces where Poulenc quite simply rose above himself, who knows how, and became a great composer in the service of a suffering France. A performance from which tears are hard to withhold.