Photo credit: Tanja Dorendorf 

(5 / 5)

I would take the plunge and travel overseas for the first time in a decade. In a frozen city, the Staatsoper Hamburg made a piece which got people talking, yet even more attention should have been brought its way. 

Monster’s Paradise is an astounding thing. The collaboration between Olga Neuwirth and Elfriede Jelinek goes back to the mid 90’s, including a surprise version of an opera based on David Lynch’s Lost Highway being noteworthy. I am new to their work and Monster’s Paradise is my chance to see what they do. Neuwirth’s score is so overwhelming in its references and utter violence. In the spirit of Ligeti, there is much humour and I was taken with the unrelenting use of percussion, with Lucas Niggli on drums as a soloist of brilliance. Seth Josel on electric guitar was another highlight in the pit. The orchestra with Titus Engel at the helm remained potent, going up to the pit as everyone was leaving, I was stunned with just how small the amount of players were, even out of tune pianos were included into the fold. 

With director Tobias Kratzer and co-director Matthias Piro, they embraced the deeply silly story and notched it up tenfold. With sets and costumes by Rainer Sellmzier, the total embrace of pop culture references held up as a universal truth. Disney Princesses, The Muppets and Godzilla are clear in their imagery here, no cause for concern with parody as a justified right. Naturally, the main head turn is the character of the Trump like persona Der König-Präsident, with many additional Oval Office trappings. 

With a libretto by Elfriede Jelinek (and additions from Neuwirth), it is razor sharp in its satirical and political cometary. Many acidic nods to both of Trumps terms and the infamous, in-between period are brought up and questioned severely. There are puns and even some I would have missed in the German, yet the near mythical and pop transformation of events are what really stand out. 

This all works immensely well, not taking itself too seriously and also questioning profound issues we have today. Two vampires Vampi and Bampi go across the world, trying to find ways to help and this is when they discover this manic President. Through the aid of the keiju, Gorgonzilla (one of the many puns!), a battle commences between good and evil, clever and stupid, nature vs destruction. The video work from Jonas Dahl and Janic Bebi, aside clever stage craft, is also a delight. There are Trump supporters depicted as Zombies, who also haunt the foyer during intermission. You wouldn’t get this done in the U.K. This much I know. 

The cast are total talent and everyone was perfect for their roll. Vampi and Bampi from Sarah Defrise and Kristina Stanek are our leading ladies of the whole opera. Many funny and touching moments with these two are the backbone. They even have doubles from Sylvie Rohrer and Ruth Rosenfeld who are used in showy was when the two are front and centre. As this twisted President, Georg Nigl stole the show any time he’s on. This is an immensely silly role and he took it with aplomb, singing with shrieks, shouting, attacks and whines. Inflation baby suits, a washboard tie and his golf buggy are some of the many hilarious props to the role. It was an immensely funny thing to see. 

Photo credit: Tanja Dorendorf 

Gorgonzola also got his double: Anna Clementi and in physical form from an amazingly committed Vanessa Konzok. The vast array of modulated sprechgesang through the entire role was shocking, Clementi really doing vocal fireworks. Mickey and Tuckey from countertenor Andrew Watts (I believe the only singer I’ve seen before here) and Eric Jurenas as both acidic wretched Disney icons, servants to their president. A surprising singer Ruben Drole who was not on stage enough, was Ein Bär, a bear in a physical manifestation of the America, often ravaged by his leader. A surprise turn from actress Charlotte Rampling seen on video, framing the stage in double, glistening form as The Goddess. The only extensive English language moments were here, with concerning verse over events on stage, not dissimilar to a Greek Chorus. 

I’m aware there is much more that could be said. I’m also savouring the amusing boxing match between The President and Gorgonzilla, the latter’s rattle used to great effect throughout the night, Melania as a lampshade and the Vampire dolls to show how tiny they are when they see the immense Gorgonzilla. The lucid electronics from Markus Roistering also season the pot, a children’s chorus is also briefly sweet towards the wrap up. The devastating end with Nancarrow like piano MIDI flurries couldn’t have been better. A little bit of trimming in length (two hours, forty five minutes with the break) might have faired better, though there are little quips from this impassioned critic. 

This should have been filmed or at the very least, live streamed for much more to see. It’s popularity both near and also far, has proven potent. 

Monster’s Paradise is staged at Opernhaus, Zurich from 8th March till 12 April, with Graz Opera, Austria dates to be confirmed.

Listen to Monster’s Paradise on the Opera Hamburg website.

Photo credit: Tristram Kenton

(2 / 5)

My support for English National Opera goes back nearly two decades. I’ve loved the passion, the commitment to the art of opera and music making. With recent setbacks and issues, I still need to support the company, yet I have some doubts…

This is an odd choice, Kurt Weill and Bertold Brecht’s Rise and Fall of the City of Mahogany would be the latest premiere from the company. With Weill’s love of all thing’s cabaret and Brecht lectures for the audiences…it’s an often-heady mix. Directed by Jamie Manton, this is a stripped back show, with Brechtian sensibilities, one which typically vexes.

I found there to be several issues, I think the English translation let’s it down, it should be in German for that acidic pout of clever-told-you-so storytelling. ENO’s commitment to opera in English has always been the gold standard, yet not everything works. The humungous Coliseum may have proven to be two large for the opera intimacy, within many moments of the first two acts.

The City of Mahogany comes about as dessert delivery workers can go no further with their toil. They choose to set up in the wasteland, creating a utopian idyll where everyone is equal, at a price. A strange band of characters including Jimmy MacIntyre and his lover Jenny Smith make the city their home, though flaws fixate and unpaid debts cause fatal flaws in the city’s ideals. This is where Brecht gets to shine with his annoying storytelling parables. There are no prisoners for this lucid narrative, less about sharp character development and more social and political, issues of the day, now seen with fresh eyes – today.

Weill’s score is highly eccentric. With the addition of banjo, acoustic guitar, an under used saxophone, (I think I heard pianola at one point) and other fun additions, I do stand by this being an opera if highly unconventional in its vocal delivery and orchestra fibres. Many merry Oompa moments and toe tapping bars should appease, yet this is not always the case. The first part of the night with act one and two conjoined, felt like a slog and the intermission after the first act would have been graceful respite. The third act remains the most ‘operatic’ as the story finally gets some heightened momentum with Jimmy MacIntyre’s execution for unpaid whiskey bills and other heinous acts. Story wise, that’s pretty much it!

The chorus and orchestra of ENO are always a thrill and under the baton of new music director André de Ridder, I think there is little to be worried about. The concerns lie with an arts council who have openly chosen to comprise the company base of over ninety years in London, with Manchester flutters for their own Brech-like agendas. You can see this in the sets of Milla Clarke, though ‘alienation’ as a proven point, the set back on this funding would slash many ideals. There is good singing from Danielle de Niese, Simon O’Neill, Elgan Llýr Thomas, Mark Le Brocq and more. Some eccentric dancers would add to the fray in often bizarre and comical ways. My only regret is that I just wish I’d enjoyed this screwball rarity much more.

Side note: I should be off to Hamburg later this week for Monsters Paradise, another German twist on the American dream, where Trump will fight Godzilla. Now that. Is. Entertainment….

It runs till 20th Feb 2026

(4 / 5)

It would be further new discoveries in music that would present Ensemble Près de votre oreille and their concert of William Lawes. He would write for Charles I and his involvement in the English Civil War would see his fate sealed. Yet, why do we not know of him better?

With dimmed lighting and a solemn air, this hour was quite evocative. Lawes pushed boundaries in an era which he found himself in. Baroque would be the time, yet everything is sharp, the ensemble brim with a youthful punch. With singers Marion Tassou, Anaïs Bertrand and Olivier Gourdy, their series of Choice Psalms held such intimate secrets, a journey back to the past and one of great impact. Extracts from Lawes Harp Consorts were other thrills, it’s the simplicity, really. The ease with everything was held together tight but was just so soft and alluring.

Director Robin Pharo, who was playing viola da gamba throughout, spoke halfway through declaring it was the ensembles first time in the UK performing. This broke the spell for me a little, I think the whole hour could have easily sailed on peacefully. Perhaps Robin could have spoken before the first piece? What followed was still sweet and profound in many ways, as more Harp Consorts and Choice Psalms wafted around us. We must strongly encourage Ensemble Près de votre oreille to come back and do more stellar work such as this.

(4 / 5)

In a pretty meaty concert, RPOand Vasily Petremko offered up a blockbuster. A rarity from Galina Ustovlskaya, pupil of Shostakovich who had a fraught relationship with him. After the Soviets tightened up on expression in the arts, Ustovlskaya would be one of innumerable creatives told to change their radical ways. In The Dream of Stepan Razin, convention is frontal by literal gun point, in a folk fantasy with the serious Yuriy Yurchuk as baritone solo. This would prove how versatile a composer can be, even after previous experiments.

Benjamin Grosvenor joined for Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 1, I assume most of the audience were here for him. In this telling first offering Beethoven proves the piano’s early promise of a variable instrument, harsh and tender, lush and soaring. Grosvenor plays with grace, a resounding ease on the piano. Joyous movements meld with deeper, softer thoughts, as the piano often mirrors the orchestra. Petrenko, who always leads, is the most focused and sharing conductor you can watch today.

Shostakovich’s 10th Symphony came after Stalin’s death. Balancing the fine line between evoking his tyranny and celebrating his demise, Shostakovich had to be incredibly careful. It’s structure is bizarre, an movement order of slow-fast-slow-fast can feel uneven. The woodwind often shine with gurgling depictions, the composer’s own initials are baked into the score. Terror and mania also are an affront, the second movement a warped highlight. Always within its Russian sound world, this is one of Shostakovich’s best. It is Petrenko who makes it special.

(4 / 5)

Upon closer inspection, this concert looked intriguing. A puny title would see much love for Poland and the Czech Republic, in a dizzying programme. I know little of Grażyna Bacewicz, a female composer from Poland, her Overture from 1943 came the most turbulent time for the continent in the last century. A pressing snare and various actions are heard in the orchestra, less a sense of jubilance and more of the uncertainty of the time.

Bohuslav Martinů fled to America during the same conflict and continued to write alarming music of acclaim. With soloist Josef Špaček, his Violin Concerto is interesting for a few reasons. The sense of urgency in his work is lesser held here, the slow middle being less effective. Evocations of his native Czech homeland are frequently produced. The violin of Špaček is resounding, his model looks, firm musicianship and audience pleasing tendencies are what make him a star. He shone in the outer fast movements with finesse. An encore of Dvořák’s Humoresques is typical for the themes, if one piece I simply cannot stand. Yet with this fine violinist, I was easily won over by it.

My Polish plus one recalls Witold Lutosławski living over the road in Warsaw. With an extensive career, one of his last commissions saw one from the Los Angeles Philharmonic in 1993. His 4th Symphony is sparse and compelling work has room to inhale, as the strange orchestration leads with jolting dynamics and timbres. Ever an original voice, there might have been an influence of John Cage upon this brief symphonic work. It commanded the hall and Edward Gardner as conductor had a total grip over all. Myself and my plus one agreed it was the most interesting piece of the night.

A wrap up with Janáček’s Taras Bulba, based on the Gogal’s Cossack novella. Ever the Russian culture vulture, the Czech composer is a true one off. This odd piece has highlights for pipe organ and tubular bells, the strings and percussion also remain strong. Perplexing jumping rhythms aside traditional folk songs and absurdly dramatic attacks are Janáček’s forte. I personally don’t think this is his best work, yet it is a gateway to his brilliance. This inspired concert saw a variety of tones, colours and textures and paid off successfully.

Photo credit: Mark Allen

(3 / 5)

I’ll handle this review with care. In the first review of the year. A London stop off would see a highly stimulating crossover of cultures at the Barbican. The Theatre of Kiribati and the Britten Sinfonia defied borders and cultural barriers to present Sea Beanth the Skin/Song of the Earth.

The damnation of climate change has deeply impacted Kiribati, the island country profoundly. Polynesia has been under threat for years and recent political upheaval can only increase further tentions. This hefty cry is mirrored rather bizarrely with Mahler’s The Song of the Earth. The stage is tranfixed into a Samoan dwelling, through the aid of lighting, two pillars and other auras. We would hear this German language song cycle spread out over the near two hours, as chants and dances are interspersed.

Jarring would be one word to use here. Yet to see the spiritual offerings from countries so far away from our own was touching. Bone chilling moments came with shrieks, proclamations, fluttering gesticulation and lucid foot work. We wouldn’t be seeing these remarkable moments were it not for this collaboration, yet this is broadly two seperate events stitched together. The theme of nature never evaded Mahler (the words are settings of Chinese verse), this final masterpiece is often heavy as a standalone.

The songs feel very idle in this context, as if a Euorpean ignorance of the bigger picture. There is a wink to the late Robert Wilson, harsh lighting, slow lingering bodies and such. Lemi Ponifasio as director has chosen depth and atmosphere as the most telling markers and this is effective. The Britten Sinfonia appear muted behind the screen, at the back of the stage in their own lone isle. Conductor Nuno Coelho is strong with the reduced ensemble for these songs. Tenor Sean Panikkar get the drunk and lively numbers, with vocal delivery often sharp and ringing. Mezzo Fleur Barron has the bulk of the narrative songs, her delivery often perfumed and touching, with a command of stage presence. The final Farewell song is one of Mahler’s best moments. Rich in horn, winds, harp, celesta and tam-tam phases, it remains extremely impactful. Barron got the stage alone for herself for most of its demands, she caught the wistful acceptance of it all wonderfully.

Curious how this would end (it also was 30 minutes longer than billed), the circle was closed as The Theatre of Kiribati returned with final spiritual honouring’s with more dance, as the stagey sand poured on the floor earlier began to be spread around due to busy feet. Whale song and dreamy sleep would be the finale, as we gently blacked out and wrapped up.

Whilst flawed in principle, this fascinating show sees our small world can come together and perform, play and prove we are all alike.