Britten. (And also a bit of Schubert, but not really *good* Schubert, like the Trout Quintet, and yes, I know it's not a choral work.)
I admit, I seem to be one of the few people around who Does Not Like singing Britten. We had it explained to us again how brilliant the work is, and how we should understand it...and my musical hooves are dug well into the mud, leaning backward, and my ears are pinned against the cacaphony that is Britten. Though if I have to sing Britten, at least this is the "Jubilate Deo" and not the "Te Deum."
There are a few bits of Britten I like, but they're not choral.
My throat hurts. Luckily on the drive home, KMFA was playing *good* choral music (Bach and more Bach) and I could not only enjoy the music, but critique the choir, which was being imperfect in places. ("Mismatched vowels!" I wanted to scream, but of course didn't, as I was driving on Mopac and the legitimate objects of a scream were the idiots who were apparently receiving cellphone calls--driving at irregular speeds, slowing and speeding up suddenly and without warning. )
I went out Mopac to avoid whatever had screaming-sirened police cars racing down 7th towards I-35. That gave me a chance to go to one of my favorite HEBs (in Cedar Park) and stock up on sunflower and pumpkin seeds.