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The performance marked the launch of the 2025 festival and was led by renowned choral director Suzzie Vango, whose energy and enthusiasm inspired dozens of young performers from across Pembrokeshire.
Singing beneath the towering cathedral organ and the historic nave's vaulted ceiling, the children delivered a programme of uplifting and challenging repertoire to a captivated audience.
The concert followed a lively morning performance from the choristers in the North Transept, where songs from The Lion King and Adele were among the crowd favourites during the 'Choristers Unplugged' session.
Suzzie Vango, who has worked with the London Symphony Orchestra, National Youth Choirs and the AB Choir Directors, led the evening performance with warmth and precision. Under her direction, the children's voices filled the ancient building with powerful harmonies and joyful expression.
Speaking to The Herald after the concert, one audience member said: 'It was incredibly moving to see so many young people singing their hearts out in such a beautiful setting. You could see how proud their families were.'
The children's chorus is just one part of this year's ambitious festival programme, which continues until Wednesday (May 28). Performers include the BBC National Orchestra of Wales, The Queen's Six, clarinettist Emma Johnson, and a range of vocal and instrumental ensembles.
The organisers say the aim of the festival is to celebrate musical excellence while making performances accessible to local people. Children under 18 were given free entry to the launch concert.
The Cathedral Music Festival, now in its 44th year, is one of the highlights of the cultural calendar in West Wales and draws audiences from across the UK.
Tickets for remaining events are available from the cathedral's website and box office.
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