Ready to sing again?

We know it’s been a particularly challenging period for singers, with many of us unable to make music for nearly a year and a half. That’s why we’re so delighted to announce that Coro is now accepting audition requests for our Autumn/Winter 2021 terms — and we’d love to see you there!

What is Coro?

Coro is a London-based chamber choir for experienced singers dedicated to performing a broad range of choral music to the highest standard. We perform four concerts per year, alongside some smaller gigs and opportunities, with rehearsals taking place on Monday evenings in the Centre of London. We also pride ourselves on our socials, so if you’re looking to make some new friends and have some fun while you’re at it, look no further!

Who can audition?

Currently we have a select number of vacancies across the choir, but in particular, we’d love to hear from Tenor 1 and Bass 2 singers — you can find out more about joining us here. Then, to enquire about arranging an audition, simply email us at and we’ll be in touch shortly.

Auditions begin on Monday, 4 October, so don’t delay! We hope to hear from you soon.

Basses and Tenors – Join us!

We’re seeking basses and tenors to join us.

Coro is a London-based chamber choir for experienced singers dedicated to performing a broad range of choral music to the highest standard. We perform four concerts per year, alongside some smaller gigs and opportunities, with rehearsals taking place on Monday evenings in the Centre of London

Our audition process is simple, consisting of a sight-reading test and some vocal exercises. We invite auditionees to sing with us for a rehearsal so you can try us out too.

Coro is a friendly, sociable and diverse bunch with frequent drinks after rehearsals, choir socials, weekends away and celebrations after performances.

For more information or to arrange an audition, please email



What’s Coro doing?

We’ve had a long summer break from full choir concerts but have been getting together for a few smaller events and gigs.

We were delighted to participate in Symfunny, a concert at the Royal Albert Hall in aid of Parkinson’s UK featuring musicians and comedians including Aled Jones, Pete Townshend, Katie Melua, Collabro,  Josh Widdicombe and Jack Dee.


At the end of July we returned to Old Royal Naval College, Greenwich as the guest choir for Choral Eucharist. It’s a truly beautiful setting with a very welcoming congregation and we always enjoy our visits there.

old royal naval college

We loved performing Handel’s Israel in Egypt earlier in the year, so when the work featured in this year’s Proms programme there was a good group of us who went along. It was as dramatic in the audience as it was to perform and we (mostly) contained the urge to sing along.

Proms 2017

We’re now in the process of auditioning to fill a few vacancies and finalising plans for our autumn 2017 weekend get together.

Sneak Preview – Listen to us rehearsing

Rehearsals for our next concert (Handel’s Israel in Egypt) are in full swing. We’re having such a good time that we’d like to share a sneak preview from our last rehearsal. The work takes us through the plagues of Egypt, and in this clip we’re singing number 9, He Smote All the First Born of Egypt.


We’ve got a couple of weeks to add a bit of polish but we’re starting to feel the buzz…or maybe that’s just the flies from movement 6! On the night we’ll be accompanied by a baroque orchestra and an impressive line-up of professional soloists.

Tickets are cheaper in advance, what are you waiting for? Book now!

Coro sings Handel’s Israel in Egypt, Saturday 1 April, 18.30 at Shoreditch Church, Shoreditch.


Rehearsal pics March 2014




John Dickson leads choral conducting masterclass

During rehearsals for our 2016 Christmas concert we were delighted to host Dr. John Dickson, Director of Choral Studies at Louisiana State University, for a choral conducting masterclass.

The internationally known conducting pedagogue put emerging conductors Adam Hope, Blandine de Raulin, Patrick Barrett and Lucy Morris through their paces as each worked with the choir on a piece from our current repertoire. The conductors and choir alike were fascinated to see John making adjustments to conducting gesture, and recognised the resulting alterations in sound and musical interpretation that could be achieved. The choir was invited to participate with their feedback on the participants’ conducting.

John and the students praised Coro for their responsiveness and focus, which produced an instant response when they experimented with John’s suggestions.

It was a lively evening of learning and music making; we wish the conductors every success in their choral careers and look forward to welcoming John again in the future.

My Secret Life

Journalist David Benedict wrote about the experience of singing in Coro for the Independent on Sunday

Are you ready? Clear your throat, engage memory bank – area: superheroes, sub-section: TV theme tunes. OK? All together now:


That’s better. I’ve been sharply reminded of the clandestine exploits of Bruce Wayne and his, excuse me, “ward” Dick Grayson but not for those reasons. While it’s true that I’m not actually a millionaire recluse who secretly dons figure-hugging lycra to become a closet caped-crusading crime-fighter, the time has come to break the silence: I lead a double life.

I’m not alone… but you never spot us. By day we pass innocently as men and women going about our business, infiltrating every conceivable profession in devilishly maintained guises as civil servants, management consultants, music producers, teachers, editors, publicists, solicitors, a barrister, a banker, a doctor, a restaurant manager, a movie special effects designer, a language tutor-cum-screenwriter, a recovering estate agent and a trainee vintner. On Mondays, however, under the cover of twilight, we undergo rigorous training in a top-secret location (the Swiss Church, Endell St, Covent Garden, since you ask). It may sound parochial but, like Thunderbirds, our reach is international. Hell, our most recent operation climaxed in Estonia. What did we do there? We sang.

No, not like canaries – I’m not talking ‘political informer’. Nor does my hitherto hidden life quite embody Burgess-and-MacLean-scale duplicity. My parallel existence hasn’t taken me to Russia (yet) but each week I am catapulted from mundane reality into a different world because unbeknownst to all but my closest comrades I sing second bass in a chamber choir.

Despite my upbringing as a nice-ish Jew-ish boy, I’ve always had a seriously soft spot for Christmas carols – early exposure as a boy treble in annual concerts in St. Martin’s-in-the-Fields left its mark. But three winters ago I found myself in Cardiff covering a competition for The Singer magazine. Having fessed up to my vocal past, one of the organisers told me about Coro, a London-based choir she co-ran. With the lure of lush Christmas music being sung beneath the Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square in aid of Amnesty International, I was in like Flynn.

When I gave up acting over a decade ago, my singing went with it. I’d lent my once trusty, now rusty voice to the odd occasion when friends needed a little bass ballast and had once briefly flirted with another London choir – there are plenty once you start looking – but nothing had ever gelled into anything serious. But something happened that chilly Saturday afternoon beyond facing out the dilemma of “Do I wear gloves and lose the ability to turn the music pages or discard the gloves and entertain frostbite” I fell headlong back in love.

The absolutely physical joy of singing is simply incomparable. Even the undoubted, unashamed exhilaration of an actor’s curtain-call comes a poor second to the dizzying pleasure of being surrounded by the harmony of other unaccompanied voices clustered around you all equally dedicated to lifting printed dots into audible, thrilling life. But then singing is nothing less than, quite literally, breathing art.

Practising atheist that I am, it strikes me that for all the centuries of music written to be sung in church or at the very least in praise of God, combining one’s physical and mental energies into so beautiful an act has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with humanity at its most profoundly selfless. What could be more human than a bunch of people shedding their ordinary lives once a week to make music by just opening their throats… and then piling into the pub to pour beer down them? Which brings me to Estonia, which turns out to be the modish destination of the more intrepid of English stag nights thanks to the plentiful supply of pleasingly inexpensive alcohol, much of which Coro felt it only polite to sample.

So there we are in the shockingly unspoilt, medieval walled city of Tallinn bedizened with cobbled streets, pepperpot towers, pewter steeples and higgledy-piggledy, fairy-tale houses. It’s cold enough for the Baltic to have frozen over beneath a textbook-blue sky but we bask in surprisingly radiant April sunshine. That is, when not rehearsing for our first round appearance in the 8th International Choral Competition in a country that takes singing so seriously, the national concert hall is on the banknotes.

Unfortunately, we discover that the competition boasts 45 choirs from around the world. Ah. These include competitors from music academies, people who sing every day. Coro comprises 24 of us plus our new conductor Mark Griffiths and together we’ve done just 14 Mondays plus one concert. Which explains the amount of air-punching and leaping that accompanied Mark’s announcement, four days later, that along with just five others, we’re into the final… starting in 50 minutes.

We opened with Finzi’s tiny but mighty ode to joy My spirit sang all day and as the last exultant chord rang out across the hushed hall I realised I felt as if I were flying. Mark had brought us to the boil at exactly the right moment. Alert but relaxed, we were listening to each other and singing better than we ever had before. Even Giles Swayne’s fiendish, African-inspired Magnificat with 12 separate voice parts simultaneously running against each other suddenly sounded like music rather than a technical exercise.

It was, basically, a matchless blast. Nothing, however, prepared us for the judges’ announcement five hours later to the jam-packed hall that the winner of the Grand Prix was… Coro. A bolt of pure, red-hot joy lifted me clear out of my seat. No single moment of my adult life has touched that feeling. We yelled the place down, rushed on stage to receive our prize, belted out an encore of a ten-part arrangement of Joshua fought the battle of Jericho and the audience went bananas. Two weeks later we were back in Covent Garden, rehearsing a new programme. With apologies to Bob Geldof, I do like Mondays.