The local church is war-weary. Perhaps the same war-weariness is also in the Orthodox and Muslim places of prayer. At the Sanctus at the English Mass, the entire congregation stared silently, and it seemed, sullenly, at the violinist intoning the melody. Eventually a few voices murmured something corresponding to the text.
I'm not a fan of the English Masses in this part of the world generally. Functionally, it's useful as a sort of lingua franca Mass, but a traveller shouldn't expect a Mass in their own language; a (novus ordo/modern) Latin rite would do just as well for diplomats, travellers, and foreign workers. Perhaps the reason why the Masses were Latin in the first place. If you know the liturgy well enough, and have the readings, the only longeurs are in the homily, and studying the decorations of the church can easily substitute for listening to the meditations.
The point is the spiritual exercise, the focusing of the mind, the meditation, and the meaningful act. And it seems no one's doing any of these things anymore. In American suburbia, they're worshipping their lawns, in the cities, they're playing to the televisions, and abroad, most seem just to be looking to participate in a social event. Omnis homo mendax. But one honors the obligation. Harrumph, etc.