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Review Sarah Connolly & Joseph Middleton, Wigmore Hall, London by James Ellis


 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

It’s been over a decade I’d say since last seeing the great Sarah Connolly. Now a Dame, one of England’s finest mezzos spent an evening at Wigmore with a inspired programme. Whilst Imogen Cooper could not make it on piano (a decision apparently made months ago), Joseph Middleton gave the honours.

In an all German first half, it was everything I’d ever need. In Schumann’s 6 Gedichte von N Lenau und Requiem (bare with me, this is correct), we got a splendid account from Connolly. Her German sounds great and is a lovely actor too, the sensuality and aching in the verse bleeds out. Her voice never overbears at all. The mezzo is finely crafted, the gusto she brings but a thrill to all. These German themes would continue with Huge Wolf and a fine selection of his songs. These too were superb, dare I say even more thrilling than the prior. A rich evocative nature was the aura of these, Middleton also as strong in these allusive bars which never gave away all their secrets.

After the break, a breakneck voyage to France, England and the United States. Debussy’s Chansons de Bilitis, was a deeply allusive set of three magical songs filled with merriment. Henri Duparc (who usually crops up at French recital’s) had the Extase in this continuation of the Gallic themes. Not as perceptive as the Debussy, though light and bright, filled with smiles. A selection of Benjamin Britten folk arrangements charmed, even with his stuffy ironies. ‘Sephestia’s Lullaby’ from A Charm of Lullabies was a stand out, a whiplash delivery in a nursery rhyme patter, so fetching the audience lapped it up. An end with songs of Samuel Barber was a more solemn turn, the solemn words of James Joyce ringing true. ‘Sleep now’ one of a few surprises, it was just a bit dreary to end with. Still the musicianship was razor-sharp, as expected.

The encore was Tangoes by Richard Rodney Bennett, what finer way to send us off?

Review Julien van Mellaerts & Alphonse Cemin, Wigmore Hall,  London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

After two concerts over the space of a day, I was not quite yet done with Wigmore Hall.  The next afternoon, we got an afternoon dubbed ‘Au cimetière de Montmarte’, a tribute to the cultural district in Paris. Though this was mostly a French programme, we started in German with Robert Schumann. His Dichterliebe were a delightful collection of songs. These little pieces oozed with love, and more love, nature and landscapes and a passion for the heroic. So brief, over in a few bars and they delighted in every sense. Tender listening.

Julien is a fine baritone  but my one reservation are the high notes. They go into a realm of the almost uneasy, an enforcement not pleasing at all. Though the middle register is great, the low notes wonderous pools of depth. On to France with Berlioz and Lili Boulanger, the later being much more intriguing. The former’s extracts from Les nuits d’ete were witty and sombre, though with Lili we gets lots of ideas and impressionisms. Her Attente is new to me, though anytime we hear her it’s quite special, her tragically early death snubbed out a composer of real talent.

Poulenc and his Banalités are cheeky portions of froth and nostalgia in equal measure. The cabaret is very much the setting, the mood is sultry and fun. Pianist Alphonse Cemi looks like he enjoys the material just as much as our singer, playing with an abandon little seen today, fast and truly tight when needed. Further merry treats from Guilbert and Trenet ended this Parisian voyage. It was one of light humour, conversational insights and of moody illusions. An English classic as an encore: A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square was musically just about right, bringing us back to our current local. 

Review BBC Singers, John Tavener’s Requiem Fragments, St Martin in the Fields, London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

The BBC Singers remain one of many musical institutions who have been compromised by politics and funding. We’ve seen all the dismal activity in Wales with some of our groups, we really feel all this is happening at the wrong time.

This wonderful concert in a perfect venue had all the right features. Condensed down to 70 minutes and with the loss of conductor Sofi Jeannin, it would be Nicholas Chalmers who would take the plucky reins. This John Taverner heavy concert was filled with light, beauty and hope. Samuel Barber’s Angus Dei, better known as the Adagio for Strings in its quartet arrangement is famous and remains as powerful as when it was written. The Singers excel here, brooding harmonies and gentle harmonics are their powerhouse. Kristina Arakelyan’s Evening Prayer has few tricks nor frills, though was a miniature of grace, a subtlety not heard for some time.

Tavener’s Funeral Ikos is taken from the Greek Orthodox Church for when one of their priests dies. With stirring vocals and the sharing of the passages between the gendered singing groups, it could only be moving. The “Alleluias” are particularly strong, warm and golden as they stretch out between all. A return from Arakelyan, this time her Holocaust Memorial Day Hymn. This smooth writing comes from a composer in her youth, filled with promise. I’d like her to push the envelope and try out more experimental things.

Repurposed for Princess Diana’s funeral, Song for Athene was heard by over a billion people that day. It never loses its footing, the pacing is perfect too. Grabbing slices of Hamlet and more Orthodox wording, the chorus had moments of sheer wonder here. You are always pleased when it’s on the programme and it should leave many eyes teary. A more recent outing from 2014 with Tavener’s Requiem Fragments was the end this night. Having died the year prior, this send off saw its premiere at the Proms in London. Inspired by Renaissance master Josquin des Pres, these fragments also feature a string quartet and three trombones.

It’s odd in many ways, though filled with bracing, pretty moments you’d always expect. The quartet add a lot of power in the blend with the singers. The trombones are used sparingly, if little more then plodding and brief declarations. With Hindu texts melding with Latin, it felt like one of many latter offerings of Tavener and his fascination with faiths of the world. Even the opening words are a zen like “Ommmmm”. The solo for soprano stood behind us in her lush choral is then mirrored by the chrous, a standout of the piece and then done again for good measure. I think I may have preferred this upon its first outing, listening on the radio a decade ago. 

Review Septura, Wigmore Hall, London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

In their tenth anniversary, Septura brass have made a name for themselves in the brass world. This being my first encounter, I wanted to savour their sound. The debate rages on whether brass on it’s own works as well as expected…still I was keen to see. Artistic director Matthew Knight would like me to think so.

Orlande de Lassus’ Lagrime di San Pietro is very much of its era, 16th Century. Septura has covered a broad palette spanning five centuries, new commissions also part of their makeup. It was lovely to heard essentially medieval music, unbovered by complexities, just affectionate and pleasing music.

Roxanna Panufnik got a premiere with her Seven Heavens. Music is in the family her father also a composer. I was stood behind her at the box office, we must do an interview sometime. Inspired by the Islamic depiction of the seven levels of heaven, the piece has an expectedly exotic plain. Using scales from the Muslim world, the effect was of worth, even if a whiff of novelty lingered. Strange harmonies between the players, aside perfumed solos was pretty much the whole piece. It also opens up the truth of musical languages from around the world, something not always seen today.

In an argument by Simon Cox, a selection of Prokofiev’s 10 Pieces Op. 12 was a cheeky opener to the second half. As ever acidic and bursting with rampant sure fire wit, you can always rely on the Russian composer. The audience was amused too, some laughter after certain moments stood out. For me, this and the last piece was the most fetching and attentive.

Shostakovich’s String Quartet No. 8, arranged by Simon Cox and Matthew Night worked very well. The alarming energy and morbid musings of Shostakovich didn’t win in the cross over. This quartet from 1960 came after years of deeply rooted anxiety and paranoia over his home county and his position in it. Could further arrangements work just as well?

The encore was on the tip of my tongue, I thought it was Debussy but I cant quite recall. 

Saturday 16th November 2024 

Review Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Show, New Theatre, Cardiff by Bethan England

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

Rocky Horror show is certainly a cult hit by this point, clearly evidenced by the masses of Franks, Riff Raffs and more in the New Theatre foyer area, along with an abundance of corsets, high heels and golden top hats. It’s always an experience attending a production of this show, even from the moment of stepping into the theatre! But after all these years, does the classic show still deserve its prominent status?

The show looks back to its classic roots but with a fresh new face, courtesy of direction from Christoper Luscombe and excellent synchronicity from choreographer, Nathan M Wright. The Phantoms and cast are slick, utilising the full stage and, surrounding, but never encroaching upon the main action. There is a freshness and a joy to the movements which I think I’ve missed in other productions of this show. The contrast between the bright, popping colours of the first scenes and the later darker, yet still fabulous interior of the castle is expertly designed by Hugh Durrant. The whole set is surrounded with a twisting film reel and the musicians sit above it all, looking down upon the action. Lighting makes the stage truly pop with disco balls, lasers, projections directly onto the stage and more, another layer to the craziness of the plot, designed by Nick Richings.

The music is iconic of course and is lavishly brought to life here by a talented Josh Sood and his band, Ollie Boorman (drums), Dan Humphreys (bass guitar), Liam Spencer-Smith (guitars) and Dave Webb (reeds). Having them onstage rather than below in a pit really makes them a part of the action and ensures that the music envelops the audience in those well-known musical numbers. The songs are performed with panache by the band; the stand outs are Sweet Tranvestite and, of course, the incredible, Time Warp, which had multiple members of the audience up on their feet and dancing along.

What truly made this show for me was the outstanding cast; each and every one of them gives us a truly joyous performance; the singing and comic timing is particularly good. Lauren Chia and Connor Carson are lovable and clueless as our young lovebirds, Janet and Brad; I particularly enjoyed their rendition of Once in a While, beautifully harmonised, a tender moment in a somewhat manic and crazy show. Job Greuter, Natasha Hoeberigs and Jayne-Lee Zanoncelli are the life and soul of the party as Riff Raff, Magenta and Columbia. As the leading force behind Time Warp, they literally blow the roof off the New Theatre; the vocals and performances here are exceptional. I was also really impressed by Greuter’s vocal performance in Over at the Frankenstein Place. Edward Bullingham also delivers an excellent version of Hot Patootie, bursting onto the stage as Eddie and returning later as Dr Scott.

The Narrator must be an intimidating role to step into in this show, he is, after all, the victim of most of the heckling from the audience. However, Nathan Caton truly utilises his comic chops here, gives the audience as good (and sometimes as rude and crude!) as he gets, and his responses are so fast and witty that the hecklers need ice for his burns by the end of the show! He is effortlessly funny, bang up to date and owns the stage whenever he steps onto it. Frank N Furter is performed on 4th and 5th November by Stephen Webb, a veteran of the show who has played the role on multiple occasions. From the moment the doors open, and he appears, draped in his cape to perform Sweet Transvestite, to the final curtain call, Webb is a brilliant, loveable yet devilish Frank, strutting across the stage with so much poise, a twinkle in his eye and a phenomenal voice. His performance of I’m Going Home was such a poignant moment, proving he can show us the softer, more tender side of Frank too.

The show is truly a rollicking, fast paced, no holds barred production, and the finale has the audience up and dancing as one. The plot is insane, but it doesn’t matter; for two hours the audience laugh, heckle, clap, dance and even sing along in this bonkers yet full of heart production. Whether you’re a long-time attendee of the show or its your first time seeing it, there’s something for everyone here, but just make sure to leave your inhibitions well and truly at home!

Review Pontypool, Wales Millennium Centre by Bethan England.

 out of 5 stars (4.5 / 5)

‘Don’t. Breathe. A. Word,’ is the advice given to all those who may enter the Western Studio at the Wales Millennium Centre to watch ‘Pontypool;’ a brand new stage adaptation by Hefin Robinson, directed by Dan Phillips and based on the cult horror story by Tony Burgess.

The original novel took place in Pontypool but in Ontario, Canada, whereas this production definitely is a lot more local!

Washed up radio DJ, Grant Mazzy is trying to ‘take no prisoners’ and whip up the local community into action through his radio slot. There’s only one problem; he’s used to the listeners of Islington and now he’s ended up in a basement in Pontypool delivering his ‘Mazzy’s musings’ on Beacon Radio. Producer Rhiannon has certainly got her hands full with him and Megan, the assistant, is just trying to keep the show on track. Mazzy wants to deliver hard hitting radio, which isn’t easy when you must interview the cast of the local, gender blind production of Lawrence of Arabia…

Production Images Credit Kirsten McTernan

The action, all delivered in the basement radio station, really amps up as they start to receive news of a local ‘riot’ at the doctor’s surgery, which turns out to be a lot more than it first seems. Not being familiar with the cult horror novel means that every twist and turn of this production was a complete surprise to me but even those familiar with the story will be met with a fresh, local but universal story that is brought bang up to the 21st century with Rhiannon demanding Mazzy STOP using the word ‘woke’ and references to the last time we got locked down. The writing is fantastic, and I highly commend Hefin’s adaptation; the humour is fast paced and relentless, the language is witty and smart and the relationships between the characters are totally believable. Even when the action starts to ramp up, the direction by Dan Phillips has clearly been worked to toe the line between drama and comedy, its expertly walked and even in the horrific moments, the comedy still flows!

The casting is spot on; Carwyn Jones is the voice of Ken Loney, ‘the eye in the sky’ reporting on the weather in Pontypool from his ‘sun helicopter…’ Although we never see him, the voiceover is excellent, the comedy ably aided by the clever sound effects. His later phone calls to the station are perfectly counterbalanced to the earlier humour, with voice alone sending shivers down the spines of the audience. Ioan Hefin is ‘dodgy’ Dr Harry Phillips, again balancing comic chops with great acting ability in the more serious moments. He is the lynchpin to the play, providing us with in turns hilarious and in turns dramatic moments of explanation.

Rhiannon Briar is brought to life by Victoria John; she captures the frustration of the producer stuck with the radio ‘star’ with big ambitions of ‘shaking things up.’ The clashes with Mazzy are delivered with panache and Victoria gives us brilliant angry chemistry with Mazzy. They are the quintessential odd couple of the play. Without giving too much away, Mail O’Donnell’s portrayal of Megan Davies, the radio assistant, is a role of two parts! Her physicality is exceptional, and she ably delivers the vision of Movement and Intimacy Director, Lucy Glassbrook. Her realisation of the character and her twists and turns is delivered expertly right up to its explosive conclusion…

Finally, the radio DJ himself, the voice of Pontypool, Grant Mazzy is brought to life by Lloyd Hutchinson. Lloyd owns the stage and his radio booth, prowling across the stage with his agenda ready and waiting to be delivered to the willing (or unwilling) listeners of Beacon Radio. He sends the audience into fits of laughter with facial expressions and movements alone; he also sends a shiver down our spines with those expressions and silences too. I was so impressed by his ability to have me giggling one moment and with my heart in the mouth the next.

A special mention must go to the make up and special effects, which totally blew me away. The make up is brilliant; huge congratulations to the Marcus Whitney and assistant, Kristie Stanway. I honestly had no idea how the team would bring this horror classic to life onstage, but I was in awe. I can’t say too much, but the make up and effects are visceral and drew gasps (and sounds of disgust!) from the captivated audience.

A huge congratulations to all involved with this expert adaptation; what a phenomenal version, with a distinct national flavour but universal appeal. Don’t miss this and do not let Pontypool fall silent. ‘Don’t. Breathe. A. Word…’ or should I say… ‘Dim. Gair. Wrth Neb…’

You can find out more and book tickets here

Review Wicked the Musical, Wales Millennium Centre by Bethan England

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

The tale of the Witches of Oz flies back in the Wales Millennium Centre; the tale of what happened before Dorothy dropped into the land of Oz has been captivating audiences on Broadway since 2003 and in London since 2006. The West End’s 10th longest running musical has also toured extensively and is truly a well-loved musical if the sales of the five-week run at the Centre are anything to go by!

The opening number, ‘No One Mourns the Wicked’ is a familiar point from the classic, Wizard of Oz. The Wicked Witch of the West is dead, and the citizens of Oz are celebrating that the ‘enemy of all of us here in Oz’ is finally gone. I love the opening of the show, the flying monkeys winding open the Time Dragon Clock, the Time Dragon himself breathing smoke, eyes glowing, flaps his wings above the stage. The ensemble is electric, and the harmonies are tight. Sarah O’Connor, arriving by bubble (of course), soars in this number; her vocals and comic timing are excellent.

From there we move back to the first meeting of Elphaba and Galinda back in their university days at Shiz. Laura Pick sets a great tone as Elphaba, spiky and defensive with a distinct element of dorkiness; her characterisation here was a breath of fresh air into a character that I’ve seen portrayed on many occasions. Laura soars in ‘The Wizard and I,’ moving effortlessly from on guard Elphaba to one full of hope and dreams. I thoroughly enjoyed the way she explored her various sides; moving from this into a hilarious rendition of ‘What is This Feeling?’ with Sarah O’Connor.

The cast and ensemble bring pure joy to the Donald Gordon Theatre; Carl Man upsetting the calm of university life in ‘Dancing Through Life,’ Donna Berlin playing a delightfully loveable yet evil Morrible, Jed Berry is an adorable Boq, besotted with Galinda, Nessarose is sweet but with a simmering anger played ably by Megan Gardiner and Simeon Truby is truly the ‘goat’ of the piece, multi-roling as the bumbling but heartfelt Dr Dillamond and then hamming it up as the ‘wonderful’ Wizard of Oz. The emphasis on characterisation was appreciated. This is probably the most in depth I’ve seen the characters explored and it was satisfying to see them brought to life with such precision and thought.

It’s inevitable that a touring production is slimmed down from a London, resident production. However, all the key elements are here, and it was hard to find too much that was different from the production in the West End. I loved that the Time Dragon is proudly positioned above the stage; his eyes glowing red and his wings flapping at the opening but also at key moments in the show. Having read (and adored) the book, it’s lovely to see this element brought across from the page to the stage. The key moments from London are all recreated here, including the iconic flying in ‘Defying Gravity,’ Laura rising through the air to belt out those last notes of the iconic song.

All in all, this is a thrillifying production of the classic musical with a talented cast, staging, choreography, and direction (both acting and musical!). The show is one that can be enjoyed by all ages, something different being discovered by each audience member no matter how old or young. It was lovely to see a new interpretation of the show to prove that although it’s been wowing audiences since 2003, there is no sign of this musical going anywhere.

Wicked is a show that truly defies gravity, so make sure you dance through life down to Cardiff Bay and see Wicked before it flies out of town ‘for good’ on 23rd November!

Review Mumfighter, A Grand Ambition Production, written by Tracy Harris, review by Abigail Thomas

Mumfighter is a new play written by Tracy Harris, based on her own personal experiences of having a child with a disability and fighting to get them the help they need. The emotional one-woman show follows the life of Amber, from her life before her child was born to trying to process having a child with Cerebral Palsy, to fighting systems, like the NHS, to get her daughter the medical therapies and assistance she needs. The play was able to connect with its audience and is raising awareness of the struggles of living with a disability and supporting someone with a disability.

Katie Payne’s performance as Amber was breath-taking both emotionally and physically. The way she confidently moved around the arena staging, engaging with the audience and the set was remarkable and, the symbolic fight sequences were effortlessly done. Despite the difficulty and the pressure of performing solo, Katie Payne appeared undaunted, allowing her to deliver the emotionally striking performance, perfectly portraying a mother who feels lost and unable to help her daughter.

The play resonates with many people, including myself, and is showcasing Welsh talent from Katie Payne and Tracy Harris. In interviews Tracy Harris said that she thinks there are problems in the support system for people and children with disabilities and that people who are not part of that world are still unaware of the problems. The play has definitely succeeded at raising awareness of the issues that carers can face every day and the fight that is still ongoing for support. I think the play will be remembered for the exceptional representation of disabilities, from an entirely unique perspective that I haven’t seen explored before.

Review Mumfighter, A Grand Ambition Production, written by Tracy Harris, review by Megan Barrett

A boxing ring, boxing gloves and a bottle of wine.

Mum Fighter by Tracy Harris is a raw, moving piece of theatre that explores the complexities and resilience of motherhood. As I sat in the theatre, captivated by Katie Payne’s performance, I saw the look on the audience’s faces. Some with jaws slack, others sat on the edge of their seats entirely absorbed in the world Tracy has created – that is so similar to her own.

The show follows a mother, Amber, fighting in a boxing ring to win the support that her daughter, Bea, needs to fight cerebral palsy. The boxing ring at the centre of the room and the symbolic act of using the boxing gloves to represent Bea highlights the dominant themes of this play, that Amber and her daughter are fighters.

Amber goes through a rollercoaster of emotions, is knocked down, refused, broken up with, torn apart and put back together again but not at any point does she give up on fighting for her daughter. She is challenging the system and will not settle for the scraps that
they are giving her.

As the show reached its end, the entire theatre stood to applaud. All of us in awe at the performance we just watched, I even had a tear in my eye. Mum Fighter portrays the strength found in vulnerability, challenges the system

Review Grav Torch Theatre by Seren Lewis

An hour-long monologue is no easy task, but Gareth J Bale smashed his performance once again in the lead up to the 200th performance of ‘Grav’ the commemorative re-telling of Raymond Gravells life, the Welsh rugby icon turned actor who embodied all that it meant to be Welsh. Set in a decrepit rugby locker-room, Bale reenacts some of Grav’s most memorable moments; from beating the All Blacks in small-town Llanelli, to acting alongside some of tv’s finest.  

The play begins by introducing Grav’s notoriety, establishing the biographical nature of the play, spanning from his tryouts for the under 15’s local rugby team, to his battle with diabetes which resulted in losing his leg. Writer Owen Thomas focuses on the positive moments of Grav’s life, while also not shying away from the tough and intense moments, including his father’s suicide. We, the audience, experience a full range of emotions, heightened by the skilled directing and lighting changes, along with the tone and atmosphere created.  

Despite being a monologue, Thomas has Grav tell his story as if he were talking to his mother about it, giving a natural and comforting feel to his story, allowing us to empathize with the character and his journey. The play ends with Grav preparing for a rugby match, getting into his kit and leaving through the same door he arrived.