(4 / 5)

A rare treat from OVO in London with The Threepenny Opera. Most well know for the hit song Mack the Knife, the show’s titular anti-hero, this remained a delight. From the mostly young cast was brought new life to this peculiar show. High res jackets and made up mannequins are the home stay of the production, directed by Adam Nichols and Julia Mintzer.

Kurt Weil excelled as caberat songs, symphonies and film score. This is some of his best work here, the bouncing, acidic metres and remaining tunefulness are total highlights. Story wise, Bertold Brecht was never one to turn down a sort of fable lecture in most of his work. Mack the Knife is one of London’s most infamous criminals, falls in love with Polly and gets his commpuence…or does he?

My plus one was confused over the meaning and the ending’s choice. I always see it as Brecht’s cutting look at society and the systems we engage in as flawed, corrupted and horrible. This was Peaky Blinders for the Weimar period. Much respect to the springy, witty ensemble. This is such a Cockney piece and the accents felt genuine (this London after all) and the leads impressed. Peter Watss as Mack, bringing out all the stops for the scary, yet loveable thug. It was nicely performed and should see him in the role agian.

Polly was a delight from Emily Panes, musically well suited to caberat. The role does not have a lot to do, but when she engages with Mack and warding off his other lady friends things take flight. Mark Carlisle adds mad inventor vibes and Jonathan Peacham, engaged with money making schemes with homeless people. The delivery was telling and his timing well paced. Annette Yeo as as Celia Peccham in an amuzing costume and shrill theatrics is another enjoyable flutter.

The ensemble acted, sang and played the instruments and well done them. Czech conductor Lada Valešová added a serious, if still fun tone to proceedings. Her sometimes engaging with the action was dry, these little moments helped break down the show, being in the round, in English translation and by a group who didn’t focus on making a very showy show.

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(4 / 5)

A return to London, making an effort to go and see something before even going to my host. In this marvellous afternoon concert we heard from JS Bach and other varying delights.

This was really an opportunity to show off Chouchane Siranssian on the violin. I loved the effort of a sensual Leonardo Garcia Alacón on harpsichord and Balás Máté giving patience and nice drone work as supporting cello. The Bach works: the Violin Sonata in G and Adagio from Violin Sonata in C minor had that had real compassion, Siranssian seems to soar in this repertoire. Amazing to think how much the repertoire has changed, yet Bach was such a game change in his own right. Complexity met beauty in what we should expect from Bach, the passion of these players was a highlight.

Though the Bach got the audience in, a delight from Carlo Farina and his Sonata quinta detta ‘La Farina’. Of note is it’s strange momentum, seemingly slow then without warning pushes forward with swift rhythms. I hadn’t heard anything like, certainly not from the era of the composer (1604-1639). More discoveries like this make you realise just how much innovation there was over the centuries.

A short fire trip followed with Johan Jakob Walther’s Passacaglia from Sonata No. 7, Krikor Naregatsi with his Improvisation on Havun Havun and Pietro Antonio Locatelli’s Sonata in D minor. Siranssian shone once again here with one part of high pitched squeals from her violin, her accompanists also getting fine musical moments. Bleeding well into each other this choice of three works was fine, its was all very touching and highly sweeping. The broad steps of musical style and expression never waned.

Ending with Andrea’s Anton Schmelzer and his Violin Sonata ‘Victori derby Christen’ prove more brilliance from this trio, this hour with them a joy. Siranssian I assume read out the name of movements in German as the piece went on, its approachable nature made for easy listening. We’d love to have them back soon. 

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An evening of water as the life blood of the city and the world from the Royal Welsh College, Sympony Orchestra in a lovely programme. First was Elizabeth Maconchy and her Coronation Overture: Proud Thames, with mood of Walton and other English composers was heard anew here. It had that easily percecbale sound you get from over the border, it was full of chest puffing brass and percussion. Quite lovely really.

Gershwin’s An American in Paris Suite is a delightful venture, evoking the imagery of Gene Kelly and the extravagant ballet sequence from the classic film. Jazzy and brilliant, we get tuned car horns, ear worm after ear worm and a never ending passion for this fusion of great music. Staggering how much of this would go on to impact upon later musicals. It’s the American thrill of the whole thing, conductor David Jones drinking it in, sharing the fun with the students.

Vltava by Smetana flowed through, another glorious and popular choice. It never loses its appeal, the fine orchestration and melody making brings smiles all round. The rhythmic whirling of the notes easily evokes water and the brass bring larger scenes to life. The wedding and other tableaux are also noteworthy, the strings shine here, not to mention the opening. Wrapping up with Respighi’s Pines of Rome remained a vivid panorama of the city through time. The horn solo, the enthralling opening, the recorded nightingale audio and the powerful Roman legion finale, appear unforgettable. More of Respighi should be known, though this piece gets a lot of love.

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(4 / 5)

It would be my last pop at The Proms this year that might just be my highlight of the trip. The Academy of Ancient Music, Philharmonia Chorus with conductor Laurence Cummings wowed with this years take on Handel. The German composers times in London proved fruitful and even today the city appears to adore his work. Samson is an oratorio, quite static in nature, not an opera and most of the main events of this biblical story happen off stage. Of course, the joy with Handel comes with sincere and exquisite arias, music which has held up very well over the centuries to a very height standard.

A fine cast of singers stand out here. As the strongman lead, Allan Clayton is Samsong who waves in and out of the music, his rich timbre always on display and his operatic presence never waning. As Delila, the downfall of Samsung, Jacquelyn Stucker is seen very little for these two and a half hours. Though her subtle vocals might not have command the great hall there was joy in her aria or two, her actions changing the story forever. Joélle Harvey as the Israelite Woman was clear and refined, her famous ending piece Let the bright Seraphim (with galloping trumpet) the crowing achievement of this fairly drab and solemn story. 

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Wagner stalwart Brindley Sherratt is Harapha, adding conflict and further drama, his voice smooth and a fine baritone to hear here. Jess Dandy in the fictions (a creation of John Milton, not from biblical sources) holds the piece up with a fine contralto, her time on stage extensive, her music affirmed. Bass-baritone Jonathan Lemalu as Manoa, Samson’s father, added pathos to the final act as fate is settled. Lemalu suprisee with another golden voice, the varied male roles getting lots of opportunities to glow. Will Pate as a Messenger was brief, though in fine footing.

Some arias are highlight, the Dead March featuring the flutes and the choral numbers were touching. You’ve got to like your arias, otherwise you will struggle with a thing like this. Cummings both maestro and on one of two harpsichord had so much energy it was staggering. It all glided along smoothly, perhaps just the odd moments which left me unsure. I think the audience was taken with this work. We hope more Handel will follow. I imagine it will.

The BBC Proms are available to listen live on BBC 3 and after on BBC Sounds.

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(3 / 5)

I’m still reeling after the Londin Sympony Orchestra and Simon Rattle doing Messiaen’s Turangalîla-Symphonie a few weeks back. As Rattle begins to leave the maestro role with them, it looked like The Proms might just be his last potential concert with them.

This is the first time the full work of Das Paradies und die Peri has been done at The Proms. Schumann’s not quite opera, not quite oratorio proved highly popular in its day, with tours around Europe and even going to New York. Based on Thomas Moore’s Lalla Rookh, the Peri in question is semi immortal creature who strives to make it to heaven. Through three redemptive tries, a drop off blood, a sigh and a tear all fail her, expect the final attempt. Journey to India, Egypt and then Syria, this strange piece has surprisingly fallen off since the 20th century, its success something of the past.

This is an era of rampant orientalisation, Moore’s story a popular read at the time, mirroring Scheredzade in the story telling arch and locations. Its pacing is slow in all fairness, though the music is fairly touching, little is done to make the exotic stand out in the music, Schumann’s early German sound is rich and at times compelling. Each part is one of the Peri’s attempts to try and get into heaven for an three act structure. There appears an almost unifying scope where characters from both Islam and Christendom are referenced, as we venture through supernatural forces and the geography of the Orient. 

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There is decent music from Schumann here, though certainly, not his best. You get a flavour for his style, though nothing really stands out, the arias and chorus moments swells and sway throughout. Rattle loves this piece and you really feel this as his choice to make happen. His mastery over everyone on stage was noteworthy, his grey, curly mop proudly on display tonight. Lucy Crowe as the Peri offered stunning vocals for this strange role. The Angel was an equally strident Magdalena Kožená, the Narrator from Andrew Staples framed this odd story together, his tenor very firm and a lovely addition to the cast. In supporting roles, Jeanine De Bique, Floria Boesch and Linard Vrielink offered compelling and soaring vocals, their characters the defining aspect if the Peri goes to heaven or not.

LSO and its Chorus delivered well in what I imagine is a work they rarly take on. It proves how German music would progress, even if Peri is something we see much less of now. It’s a good piece, I just don’t think it needs constant revival.

The BBC Proms are available to listen live on BBC 3 and after on BBC Sounds

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(4 / 5)

There is much to be said about returning to how music used to be played. What is its purpose today? Should we look back at all? Will it keep getting audiences? In comes Les Siècles, best remembered for their Lully some ten years ago, now boasting a 20th birthday this year. The serious but playful maestro François-Xavier Roth keeps everyone in check, his little turn to acknowledge rampant coughers during a movement breaks was funny. He usually exudes confidence and gives lots to the players as well.

The genius of György Ligeti is front and centre for his centenary celebrations. The Proms have already honoured his usage in 2001: A Space Odyssey in concert, now parodied in this years billion dollar busting Barbie from Greta Gerwig. There could not be a better time to hear this most eccentric and outrageous of composers.

In its first ever Proms outing, his Concert Românesc from 1951, is a pristine find. Taking over from Bartók, this is the next level from Transylvania folk findings and new inventions along the way. It’s quite vanilla for most part in the first three movements, things seem to plod along nicely with flavourful songs and an all round infectous charm. Though the final movement, the peasants fiddle melody turns on its head as unusual tuning techniques have been applied here. The spooky last movement would have upset Soviet sensibilities and apparently had it banned for its rockstar quality. It still saw performances anyway, proving the pieces popularity.

Decades later, Ligeti wrote one of the more strange violin concertos imaginable. Isabelle Faust as our soloist really got into what feels like a highly difficult work. Broad new ways of playing meets overtones, ocarinas and swanee whistles in the woodwind and hushed cadenzas propel the Violin Concerto into a surreal realm of possibilities. Faust fiddles with a piercing, passionate flair, just trying to tackle this piece should be commended. The percussion was also note worthy with vibraphones, glockenspiel and little cymbals, some of the work being inspired by music from Papua New Guinea. Multiple listens would envelop the questions you find yourself asking. An encore of Kurtag’s Doloroso from Signs, games and messages was so painfully quiet, you could hardly take it in.

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Now, we come to it. Sound levels. In keeping with said tradition of faithful music making, here is where the concert fell on its face. By using a forte piano for Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 23, it was simply to quiet for his monumental hall. Fine playing from Alexander Melnikov, who seemed to relish this odd return to form. Yet it was as if his refined playing was not there at all, the crumbly, slight sound of the fortepiano giving him very little to work with. A man in front of me cricked his neck and cupped his ear to try and hear better (we were in the side stalls, not that far away). I’ve always seen the instrument as the stepping stone between the harpsichord and the piano we know today, it’s easy to see why it fell on the way side. The lack of dampener is also disheartening and just might be the major problem point. That aside, it was pleasant enough (its touching and has room to breath) and the orchestra revelled in this Mozart which proves to be popular at the Proms.

Luckily, the final piece, Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony (No. 41 in C major) kept tuning and instruments of its day and still worked! I kept finding lovely moments in this famous piece, all the players shone throughout, defining how the symphony was changing and evoling in his day. I could feel the energy, the green and floral nature of it a real testament to Mozart’s genius. Motifs grow and rouse towards the gripping finale. This is how it’s done. Popping a bell jar on the past, without setbacks. No encore, though I think this audience was quite happy.

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