(4 / 5)

What is a lullaby? We have ideas and famous musical pieces to give this an answer. Yet, how to we continue to perceive this style and honour it with newer creations?

Here comes Tamsin Waley-Cohen on violin and Cordelia Williams on piano, to answer this question with considerable breadth. Arriving at the space, we heard gurgles of babies as sparkly lamps would suggest a night light for younger ones. Beginners was Spiegel I’m Spiegel by Arvo Pärt. Still going strong in his 90s, this is one of Pärt’s most cherished creations.

Tamsin captured the reverence and stoney stillness it demands, Cordelia on piano got the scales through and they can feel like a fine partnership. Brahms’ Wiegenlied is truly his most famous creation and one of the most recognisable works of music today. His lullaby is arranged here by both players, and an all-round sense of serene cheer comes over the stage. It might be considered easy to play, naturally I doubt this is true.

Dvořák and his Songs My Mother Taught Me, another fitting tribute. Filled with evocative Czech allure, again Tamsin brings her all, her sense of control over the violin. I grew up playing the same and found it a nightmare to really work at. Seeing her play is a reminder why you should keep going. A world premiere from Freya Waley-Cohen, sister to Tamsin, in a four-thousand-year-old Babaloyinan text. A mother comforts her baby who cries, this little piece was sweet and will see more outings, I’m sure. Scriabin’s Nocturne in F sharp was expectedly moody, the Russian composer often in a sensual realm of expressivity.

John Cage is a rare delight to hear live, and his own Nocturne was no different. Very folk like in writing, with many different techniques for Tamsin to try, as Cordelia gets further strange structures on the keys. The Lullaby by Schubert is curious, touching in its offering, yet slight. Hearing the full Fantasie in C was the big, meaty finale. Tamsin played with a passionate zeal, seeing swooping moments, with a rich, romantic fibre demanded of Schubert. Moments of dance, smiles and reflection all ring here. Cordelia is a fine, clear accomplice, you sense the warm connection between her and Tamsin. An encore of Schumann would lull us off into our day. 

(3 / 5)

Any trip to the Southbank should be spent with the RPO. Even more noteworthy was their concert the day prior in Bristol, which got the premiere for the UK by Joe Hisaishi. With the rest of the programme all Russian, how would this concert fare?

Opening with Ilse of the Dead by Rachmaninoff, conductor Vasily Petrenko introduced the music with his usual dry humour and insight. I can take or leave some Rachmaninoff, this is in the later for me. Inspired by the painting of the same name, there is an effect of mood and dread, yet it never really mingles with much more than mediocre. Hating to write like this, but this is the truth. Yet, with the Royal Phil and Petrenko the playing is always tight and played with conviction.

Joe Hisaishi is best known for his scores for Miyazaki’s timeless animations. In what sounded like great fun, The Border, Concerto for 3 Horns and Orchestra got its first London outing. I’ll say it felt very hushed at the start, the melody for the horns was stringy, with no grab. Said horns are Ben Hulme, Katy Woolley & Alexander Edmundson, who are musically solid in their roles. Moments where they disconnected their mouths pieces of the horns, to sing into them was a nice touch. The through line mostly felt John Adams like in nature, with bouncy and pounding passages. I was mostly unwowed by it, yet with Hisaishi as RPO’s Composer-in-Association there are chances to hear more.

Petrenko speaking of Scriabin in the first half, informed us of his talent and vision as a composer. Had Scriabin finished his Mysterium, it would have been the greatest work of art every created, an artistic apocalypse. Fate would play his hand and the composer would die young of blood poisoning. His 3rd Symphony is dubbed ‘The Divine Poem’ and has many hallmarks of his style. Saying this, the ecstatic, feverish energy we often attribute to the Russian composer are here, yet are muted. Nearly fifty minutes in length, it is hefty and I think some might struggle with it. He was obsessed with light and the sun, moments would prove this, aside angst and passions. Later, manic work of Scriabin would attract me more, though some moments in here suggested the violence and colour of what was to come and what could have truly been.

This concert will air on BBC Radio 3 on 14th July 2026 at 7:30pm and on BBC Sounds for 30 days after broadcast. 

(5 / 5)

My first encounter with Norwegian soprano Lise Davidsen was back in 2023 with the Royal Opera’s Tannhäuser. Even with a ropey set of singers, Davidsen shone through proving to be the star of the night. And a star she remains, after her breakout Isolde, opera houses and concert halls are fighting over her.

Even in Wigmore a semi-intimate space, Davidsen in this total set of Schubert reached heights not heard for some time. Audiences and critics really seem to love her, everything is in place. It’s the mood of her voice, perfect for Wagner and German lieder too. It is rare to hear such a thing today. The word effortless has been said a lot and it’s true. Gliding patters, deeply affectionate phrasing and her immaculate pacing are many standout skills of Davidsen. I’m already hearing Kundry, Elsa and Senta, adding to more perfect Wagner characteristics.

These many songs from Schuburt prove his might as a composer. It is one of music’s great losses to have had him die so young. Modesty, reflection, heartbreak, faith, glory and resignation are many of his whirlpool themes, thanks to Goethe and other sharp writers. ‘Gretchen am Spinnrade’ shes the character from Faust linger over love and lose focus on her spinning wheel, the piano cleverly mimicking the later. I should also say on piano, James Baillieu is a worthy contender for these treks, youthful and highly coloured.

The ‘Death and the Maiden’ song would naturally nod to the famous string Quartet and doesn’t quite set the tone for that, but is serious in its dread. ‘Lachen und Weinen’ asks the question of why laughter in the day and tears at night? ‘Der blinder Knabe’ details a young boy, though blind finds contentment in life anyway. The famous and perhaps over done ‘Erlkönig’ is a stirring as ever, though I may have seen it acted better. A father dismisses his son’s vision of a spirit whilst they are on horseback, leading to a stinging finale.

‘Erlkönig’ remains one of Schubert most famous leider, certainly one of his masterpieces. Hammering piano, galloping horses, disturbing supernatural vocal lines and a real sense of the Gothically operatic. ‘Die junge Nonne’ remains holy with further opera and a resounding religious fever. ‘Am Tage allergy Seelen’ was the send off (we were soon gifted two marvellous encores) in what proved to be a a highlight of the year. Lise Davidsen is on the rise and rightfully so!

Listen on BBC Sounds for 30 days after airing live and to be released on Decca label in the future.

Photo credit: Pete Woodhead 

(4 / 5)

My last flutter in London would be a third and final night at the Southbank Centre for further Multitudes fare. In what might have been the most fascinating piece out of these events comes great power and also flaw. The London Philharmonic Orchestra have truly had remarkable, crushing moments in Alban Berg’s Wozzeck, an opera not for the faint of heart. This for me, is a first in opera, where the experiments made in the pit and voices meets the dramatic tension of the narrative. Berg was rather clever and his atonal scores remain an alluring mystery. 

I often look back at the Olivier Award winning, Welsh National Opera production from Richard Jones, the first new feat at the Wales Millennium Centre. My intro to the opera has never left me and the horrendous sense of dread and pain in this never leaves you. Conductor Edward Gardener is such a good man, young at heart and firm on the podium. For this remarkable feat, this one off concert would crackle and blast thanks to the vast orchestra. Any one familiar with the play Woyzeck by Georg Búchner, will know the story, Werner Herzog’s film version echoes this. 

This spirit tearing drama is in three tight acts, roughly ninety minutes straight through. Wozzeck the solider is pushed around by all who know him: the Captain, his Doctor, his wife Marie and many others. Treated like muck, he never catches a break, his mind breaks and after discovering Marie has cheated on him with the Drum Major, only bad things could happen. As the title character, Stéphane Degout is dark and a ticking time bomb, the baritone role is bloody hard work for anyone who dares. Annette Dasch as Marie had moments of seduction yet I feel she was over shadowed here (we will come on to the video side of things shortly). Another dense role, Dasch comes and goes in the plot, she shone in the horrendous murder scene in the last act. I shall discuss supporting role shortly. 

My heart sunk when seeing some of the promotional material for the video work for Wozzeck: Wretches Like Us. Ilya Shagalov and co-creator Nina Guseve have taken a gamble and this has not reaped reward. A slideshow of artificially generated imagey was not on my bingo cards to see at the opera this year. It would appear that AI is becoming such a homestay in our culture. I’m worried about this. The lack of creativeness, the environmental issues and more. Most of these slides saw a contemporary take as Wozzeck is doing various key worker roles, as we see council houses and other British culture staples. Photos as film maker Chris Marker might be envisioned or perhaps the raw, grunginess of Richard Billingham. I was left cold by most of it, amazing how so much AI material is made online, you just don’t want to know. Some of the subtitles were not visible at moments due to the frequency of the image change and the colour of the words. 

A large cast got down and dirty in this operatic masterpiece. Peter Hoare is always a great comedic Captain, a role he has done for years. A sour Doctor from a rough and strict Brindley Sherratt is another fine supporting part. Christopher Ventris is the seducing Drum Major, Eriik Grøtvedt as Andres is the worried friend of Wozzeck, singing with a rising determination. Margret played by Kitty Whately was catty and nosey, as the brief neighbour, vocally quite refined and the wittering sprechgesang also wonderful. Adrian Thompson gets a disquieting solo as The Fool, one highlight of many in this mini opera. The London Voices are bar patrons and their ladies too, got on as a harsh and vengeful mob. The Tiffin Boys Choir break our hearts with the final scene, which remains unforgettable. Just no to AI, if you please! 

Mulituides continues till 30th April 2026. 

Image Credit: Pete Woodhead

(4 / 5)

This first trip of the Southbank Center’s Multitudes 2026 festival was for me, familiar fare and a new creation. Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about film screening with a live orchestra. With Fritz Lang’s Metropolis getting its century next year, I think we really should be seeing more of these.

Leading to this opening concert, the fittingly named 1927 Studios got their collab on with Royal Philharmonic Orchestra for a wonderful take on Olivier Messiaen’s Turangalîla-Symphonie. 1927 Studios are best remembered for their expressionistic Magic Flute, seen in Edinburgh and beyond. Their love of early cinema is second to none and they seen to get away with what they do. Taking Messiaen’s symphony on face value, the Tristan myth is the narrative fabric of their film work. I did wonder if Turangalîla had the capacity to be a camp classic. 1927 Studios prove this!

We are treated to a time capsule, a faithful recreation of cinema gone by. Canadian filmmaker Guy Maddin comes to mind, a rare thing in cinema today to honour the past in such a way. Many of these trappings are cleverly featured on screen. We get all the stagey, awkward acting, character glaring at the camera and old timey intertitles. The frequent orbs, colour fading and screen wipes are fun. The leading actors are always highly effective: a dashing Jake Cecil and a brooding Esme Appleton as the Celtic couple destined to doom. All supporting actors got the memo about how to Jam it up in a odd thing like this and there were several laughs abound. The animation of Paul Barritt and and Francesco Roych never takes itself to seriously with flowers, frolicking and fornication, all relevant to the themes and setting. Their cut-out fairy-sprites design would fittingly suggest Dada and naturally Monty Python all springs to mind as well.

Image Credit: Pete Woodhead

Whilst the film was noteworthy, I must also say how well done the orchestra and soloists were. Conductor Vasily Petrenko always delivers and in this massive, outrageous work, he appears to excel. Sad to see these amazing musicians dimmed on stage, yet the glowed with a radiance this silly piece demands. The percussion is worthy, a battery on the stage. The winds and brass get many alarming, bombastic passages, often thrilling, always incredible. The strings astound with vigour and tenderness, Indian melodies meld with piercing romance. The beauty of Messiaen is his juxtaposition as well as variety of styles. On piano, Steven Osborne got mighty moments, absurd drama in slamming and flutters on these keys. The ondes Martentot, the early electronic instrument made famous by Messiaen (and later the band Radiohead), was here from Cécile Lartigau. This must be a delight to play on ondes, its range vast, its joy unbounded. Lartigau played it with graceful ease, you don’t require a virtuosic scope for the instrument, I’d imagine. But it is always wonderful, I’d say a rare thing, yet we hear it now in concert and films most often.

Multitudes continues at the Southbank Centre till 30th April 2026.

(4 / 5)

Sundays in London are naturally dreary. Yet, you can always reply on Wigmore Hall for three concerts at the end of the week. What would prove most alluring is an evening slot with two musicians who have worked together for three decades.

Looking at both Jean-Guihen Queyras & Alexandre Tharaud you would not think this, as they appear quite young in appearance. Their playing matches this, cello and piano has never been so alive. A first half of Poulenc’s Suite françise was the starter and delighted with the slight wisp of irony. Cherry and also at times alarming, the delights never wain. Kurt Weill and his Youkali (arranged by both Queyras and Tharaud), is an attempt at the exotic, for place that is made up. Lyrics would be added later to Youlali, but it was evocative and played with heart by both.

Jean Wiéner and the Sonata for cello and piano is a discovery for me. Aspects of convention mingle with the discordant, in a often sharp, generous piece. Tharaud on piano was alert, with just as many hoops as Queyras faces. We need to hear more! The second half would be mostly straight through a roster of composers spanning three hundred years, at least. Alban Berg’s Vier Stücke was heavy to lead on with, though dynamic, a hypnotism to the ear. Schubert cleansed the pallet thanks to his Adagio from Arpeggione Sonata, musicaly smiling. Britten’s Cello Sonata saw highlights (the first and fifth movments), bouncy, serious and very much shared efforts between both.

Marin Marais was a breif detour to the baroque, the prelude from Suite No. 1 in D mi or (another arrangement by tonight’s players). A delight, which lead to French fare thanks to Debussy’s Cello Sonata prologue and familar Fauré in Sicilienne and Papillon. The Debussy was well met with the Marais, the Fauré is some of the most known, pleasent if a little clichéd. Would Bach have also faired well here? Ending with a handful of the 21 Hungarian Dances from Brahms (more arrangements), the first, seventh and the eternal fifth. All special and the famous fifth got both players over acting for laughs, which was great. Jean Guihen Queyras on cello is special, his destiny is to play it and he does so very well. The grandeur, the ease, the style!

Photo credit: Julian Guidera/LPO

(4 / 5)

Beethoven and his impact has never gone away. How do artists today still react and honour him? What came next with the London Philharmonic Orchestra was a UK premiere from Tan Dun: Choral Concerto: Nine.

Originally meant to be heard in 2020, we are finally hearing Dun’s inspiration of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. This melding of ancient Chinese poetry and the German composer comes a work, which on first glance felt uneven, weightless and a little clichéd. We hear quotes from said symphony, the wise words of Lao Zi, Li Bai amongst others, who unite nature with our humanity. All this should perfectly pair with the words of Schiller in the Beethoven. Written for the same forces as the 9th, this technically in not true as there is from Dun’s demands) a fascinating array of percussion: massive drums, stones, tubular bells and more.

Each movement is dubbed ‘Jiu’ in the Chinese, yet each has it’s own translation in order of: ‘Nine’, ‘Wine’ and ‘Time’. The united forces of the London Philharmonic Choir and London Chinese Philharmonic Choir got to whisper, meow, lip smack and mediate on other transient actions. As the piece went on, it built momentum and had the ideal of a fun, focused work. The image alone, of Dun’s hands in a state of prayer, before conducting his own piece may have been the most profound moment.

It is no bold claim that Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, also dubbed the ‘Choral’, is considered the greatest off all symphonies. The punch in the face of its impact never wains, Dun was back to conduct and still spry in his mature years. Elegantly performed, the LPO not afraid to get down and dirty in moments of raw, heavy metal emotion. The four soloists of Elizabeth Watts, Hongni Wu, John Findon and Matthew Rose (replacing Dingle Yandell) sat below the organ console with the chorus. They felt quite far back, more than I would have liked, such is the awkwardness of having soloists pop into an hour long piece in its last third. All sung graciously, Rose as understudy, opened with a towering directness. The Ode to Joy was soaring and touching, even if I most likely heard it better before. Thorough its thoughtful pleasantries, cascading melodies, brooding tones and jubilant send off, I’m proud to say this is one of my all time favourites.