Donaghadee - Donaghadee Male Voice Choir

Donaghadee Male Voice Choir

DMVC was founded in 1932. It began as a small local chorus performing in churches and other local functions. From those beginnings the Choir has developed and flourished under the baton of a number of talented conductors - in particular the vigorous efforts of Robert Wilson, who has been its musical director since 1968. The choir's reputation for excellence extends far beyond the shores of Northern Ireland and Great Britain. Today it is known internationally - having performed on stage, radio and television as far afield as the USA, Canada, Malta and Bulgaria, where it was the first choir from Ireland to perform behind the former Iron Curtain. The Choir has been extremely successful in competition, chalking up over 40 firsts in the male voice and open sections of many prestigious festivals in Britain and Ireland. These include Whitby, Morecambe, Warfedale, Cheltenham, Bangor, Coleraine and more recently, at the AIMS New Ross Festival, where it achieved one of the highest marks ever given. It has also competed at the world-famous International Eisteddfod in Wales. The choir celebrates its 75th anniversary during the 2007/08 season. With a membership of around 70 and a repertoire which embraces both secular and sacred music and ranges from folk and traditional songs to choral favourites and operatic works, it is well placed to continue to give pleasure and enjoyment to listeners at home and abroad through concert performances and CDs.

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