(4 / 5)

In what might be the most interesting venue in which to attend a concert in 2023, Bristol Opera had a big old bash for their 100th birthday. They couldn’t believe their luck, a century of activity establishing themselves as the go to opera makers in the city. They haven’t shyed away from working with big composer, nor large scale pieces either. I’m ashamed to say this is my first venture with them. I can feel the passion, the good vibes and of course the love of all the music they embrace.

Curiously, we got to mingle around the Concorde Museum in Filton, seeing inside the inconic plane and bits and pieces behind glass. With the smell of the diesel still in the air, Bristol Opera showed of their best. It was a tour of the past hundred years, looking back at past productions, starting with their first: The Snow Maiden by Rimsky-Korsakov. In the marvellous Prologue we got a glimmer of the Russian master’s cleverness. Clare Daly as the Wood Sprite gave a brief solo, showing promise.

There was a lot of expected things: Carmen, Aida, Lakme and more. The fact they took on Verdi’s Don Carlos is impressive. The chorus clearly practice feverishly and produce a sweet sound of note, getting many numbers for them to sing here. The orchestra also have many great moments, the venue helping the sound along. Sophie Kirk-Harris faired well with her O mio babbino caro from Gianni Schicci. Ever the touching aria, Sophie found a good fitting in it. The Flower Duet from Ethel-Jane Cormack and Heather Holmes added a perfumed aura to the night, a very popular work that is never easy to do. Louise Geller as Olympia for her Doll’s Song from Offenbach’s Tales of Hoffman. Her voice was subtle in the French, she had fun and seemed to know it well.

For the celebration, a new opera was created. Fish by Joel M. Baldwin tells the story of Anne Harriet Fish, a Bristol born artist who’s art got into the crème of top fashion papers. Very much saturated in 1920s flapper culture, her elongated figures brim with whimsy. The opera sees her dream of characters she has created and historical figures who’s writing she could utilize for new art. In a second more sombre scene, the mood is a bathroom where Anne recounts her salad days, years after the first scene is haunted by ghosts of the past in a steamed up mirror. She falls and hits the taps in her tub and is no more.

This curious piece had a lot of potential and worked well. Its eccentric nature matched that of Anne’s own quirkyness. A fine quartet of singers brought out great things. Rebecca Chellappah as Anne was a great success, these new, bold piece she seems to take on with gusto. Fine singing as ever, previous reviews have said the same as well. Andrew Shore, an opera legend and past performer for Bristol Opera played Anne’s husband Walter and also Persian polymath Omar Khayyám. Shore has still got it, his baritone remains a real feast, his Wagner and Rossini also noteworthy.

Sophie Kirk-Harris was back and played both Eve and Lady Carstairs, characters rom Anne’s art who delight and haunt her in equal measure. Sharp voice and good presence showed Sophie as another talent. Guy Withers is a familiar face playing Edward Fitzgerald, translator of Omar’s classics. A jolly tenor, who I found endearing, Edward finished the cast of singers with aplomb.

Conductors Arne Kovac and William Stevens kept face for the classics and this premiere, easily accustomed to conducting duties with flair. Other highlights were Shore doing Doctor Bartello’s manic breakfast aria from Barber of Seville and the surreal turn in the finale: The Toreador Song from Carmen. Rebecca gave us Mon Coeue from Samson and Delia. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

I’ll have to come and see future work now.

Bristol Opera perform in Feb 2024 with The Merry Wives of Windsor by Otto Nicolai.

Image credit: David Monteith-Hodge
(4 / 5)

Very much well done to the music students at the Guildhall for a curious double bill evening at the opera. Holst’s Sāvitri is taken from the Indian epic the Mahābhārata and looks at love beating death, a theme seen in opera for zonks. It’s a very English affair, Holst has little time for any commitment to traditional Indian music, unlike later English ones like Sir John Tavener.

There is Wagner and Richard Strauss to be heard, but it is the tea and cricket heritage that rings out. Lorna McLea is a resounding Sāvitri, Steven van Derek Linden her partner Satyavān also strong with death just in his door step, vocals which proves promise. As baddie, Death is played by Jacob Harrison, intimidating in delivery and statue, though his kryptonite being love over death foils his plans over our super woman. The real nice touch is a vocalising ladies chorus which suggested an exotic nature, a fad heard in other Indian inspired music of the era.

A much stranger second work by Judith Weir followed. We just heard her new work at the Coronation and I had the pleasure of meeting her last year, her friendly and passion for music making never wains. In Blond Eckbert based on the story but Ludwig Tieck, we get an absorbing and nasty piece. Dubbec a “pocket version” of the opera, the whole endeavour was weird and wonderful. The story became more of an oddity, the woods and fate being major themes and visuals. The Bird is Louisa Stirland, a narrator who tells the tale she has been enamoured in for years, high, vocals and irregular movement. Feeling like quite a demanding role, she makes it look easy.

Eckbert is Emyr Lloyd Jones a role filled with regrets and anxiety. Well placed here, he maintains the tension needed and has power to it all. Berthe, his wife is Rachel Roper who might be the most fascinating character, the plot vastly surrounding her circumstance. Her recounting of her abusive youth and espace was well poised. Jonah Halton as Walther holds a lot of the story in his hands, there are spoilers here for those curious. With his slight build and thick moustache, all is not what it seems and his tone is terrific. The reveal concerning his characters is quite shocking also disturbing. The score as well has loads of suspense and quirky, flavourful orchestral writing.

(4 / 5)

It’s a joy to watch these live streams all the way from California. San Francisco Opera are celebrating their 100th birthday in a big way. New opera from John Adams and a return to old productions have seen this celebration brought anew.

Not seen for 30 years, their take on Richard Strauss’ Die frau ohne Schatten or The Woman Without A Shadow has still got it. There are still some problematic aspects that are baked into the opera, some might say it was an anti-abortion piece and seeing white people clump about in middle eastern costumes (quite possibly Turkey and further into India) does not fare well in todays climate. Having said this, Roy Rallo as director has taken this strange, exquisite opera and made it work very well. David Hockney’s staging is vivid, over the top and immensely colourful. The costumes of Ian Falconer evoke vintage productions and also have an outrageous quality about them.

This fairly tale opera is hefty, the libretto of Hugo von Hofmannsthal harks back to old German stories and Goethe quite effectively. Strauss’s score is a revelation, one of my favourites of his, now finally hearing it. Ever pushing boundaries, there is also jazz, wild waltzes, piercing modernism, mimicking of a falcon and other delights. Even a glass harmonica features for a slight few bars in a decisive moment in the final act. What could feel quite demanding is essentially a story a out love, aspiration, fate and loyalty. It remains captivating.

In the cast there were no slip ups. Linda Watson gives great theatrical dame as The Nurse, a cunning role and the make up is almost drag like in appearance. Her voice is rich and perfect for this part. David Butt Philip as The Emperor handles the high notes well, in this briefer role, the ladies very much reign supreme here. Camilla Nylund as The Emperess might be my favourite voice of the night, the woman without a shadow in question on the quest for one. Her stratospheric heights in the third act were hair raising and her presence throughout was touching and absorbing.

A magnetic turn from Nina Stemme as Barak’s Wife, the dyer, whom the Empresser yearns for her shadow in order to save The Emperor from turning to stone. Stemme is electrifying in everything she does and here is no different. Her commanding vocal is emboldened in solos and soaring in ensemble moments. Barak himself, is John Reuter, world weary and tired of the hardships of life and his distant wife. Gruff and frustrated, it another awesome role with dramatic vocal parts for the only character in the whole opera with an actual name.

The supporting troupe of dancers, children’s choir and on stage musicians also wowed in this hefty opera that needs a lot more love.

Its runs till 28th June 2023

The next live stream from San Franciso Opera is El último sueño de Frida y Diego on 22 June and is available for 48 hours from 10am PST.

Photo credit: Mark Allen

(5 / 5)

We bid farewell to Sir Simon Rattle as the London Symphony Orchestra’s Music Director. Of course, he’ll be back to do more concert in the autumn. His swansong were two evenings of the same programme, one which will not be forgotten in a hurry.

A world premiere from Betsy Jolas continues to improve her twilight success. At the age of 96, I even had the pleasure to meet her last year (I’veonly just discovered she knew James Joyce). She has lead a fascinating life, never quite clamping onto any of the fierce Male dominated experimental musical cults. Rattle has put the spotlight on Besty these last few years, though she has said that ‘Ces belles années…’ will be her last symphonic work. Translated as ‘Those good years…’ this has the composer looking back at wonderful summers filled with music, her love of the Aix-en-Provence Festival unwavering. The work is strange, theatrical with the musicians clapping, whispering and stomping. Happy Birthday is quoted and a modulating form hits the ear. Soprano Faustine de Monés arrives on stage during the piece and comically waves at the orchestra, most of which wave back. The use of staged directions makes Besty’s work stand out and Faustine sang with affectionate love for these bygone days. Its was all very touching and amusing.

Photos creidt: Mark Allen

Following on with the big guns, Messiaen’s Turangalîla-Symphonie remains Rattle’s show piece. This is a work I fell in love with some years ago. It remain the chattering, clamoring joy of the piece that stands out. Quasi-romance and galactic musing are super imposed with Indian and Greek music with devastating effect. Strangely based upon the Celtic myth of Tristan and Isolde, it’s a loud, unwavering avalanche, thanks to Rattle who kept the mass of instruments on stage in check. His joy in playing came through, Peter Donohoe in the piano solo is a head spinning sight and the demands he met with grace and agility. Cynthia Miller playing the ondes Martenot adds the ethereal sound to proceedings, you might mistake for a theremin. Her aura adds wonderfully to the exotic pot, though her passion is inward, the instrument being a small, early synth from France. Though she was surrounded by the speakers which pipe out the generous sounds of the ondes.

I’ve haven’t heard the piece live for nearly ten years, though it loses little impact. I saw some people in the audience with their mouths open in shock or disbelief. The lady sat next to met knew not of the piece and amazed when it was over. Much love to the players of the virbraphone, keyed glockenspiel and celeste who all featured at the front, behind Donohoe. I heard their colours well thanks for being sat near to them, the battery of percussion is also noteworthy for their bravado and skill. All the players deserves credit here, I’ll give them that. What a thrill to was to hear this with Rattle agian. I found my whole body shaking and tears abound, in the all consuming nature of Messiaen music.

This will be a concert I’ll cherish forever.

This concert will be aired for future broadcast on Marquee TV & Mezzo.

The concert will also be aired for future broadcast on BBC Radio 3.

(5 / 5)

Finally the wait is over. After four long years in exile without an audience, Cardiff Singer of the World is back, and is celebrating its 40^th anniversary, along with that of its host since the first competition in 1983, St David’s Hall, the national concert hall of Wales.

Having been fortunate enough to see the Welsh representative, soprano Jessica Robinson, at a recent lunchtime concert, I was very much looking forward to Heat 2 of the main prize in which Jessica had been placed, together with her fellow competitors Toni Nezic (bass, Croatia); Meigui Zhang (soprano, China) and Ogulcan Yilmaz (bass-bariton, Turkey). The judges for the evening were Sir Brian McMaster, former director of the Edinburgh International Festival, Argentinian mezzo-soprano Bernarda Fink, Welsh soprano Rosemany Joshua, multi-award -winning composer Errollyn Wallen, and returning as chair of the jury, Aidan Lang, general director of Welsh National Opera. The singers were accompanied by the National Orchestra of Wales.

First to perform was Meigui Zhang.  Meigui is an elegant singer, who clearly enjoys throwing herself into operatic roles. Her mellifluous tones rang out around the Hall. Her choices of Donizetti, Bizet and Lehar suited her voice type well, though a greater variety would have been welcome.

Ogulcan Yilmaz followed, with a selection by Rachmaninov, Mozart and Bellini. Ogulcan stated that he had been successful in making the heats after a few attempts, and the experience will have been highly valuable for him. Again, a wider choice of repertoire might have been beneficial in order to experience the vocal variation in style.

Next came Jessica Robinson, to rapturous applause for the “home girl”.  Jessica was the only singer to select five pieces (by Donizetti, Mozart, Verdi, Grieg and Jonathan Dove) and much thought had clearly been given to breadth of style and showcasing of technical skill and range. The audience clearly enjoyed this performance immensely, and Jessica’s ability to engage her audience via her pure theatricality was  palpable.

Toni Nezic was the final contestant, with a repertoire of Halevy, Verdi and Bellini. His warm bass tones, demonstration of range and ability to capture the audience worked well for him, and he will no doubt go far in his operatic career.

As ever, The National Orchestra of Wales, under the baton of Ryan Bancroft, accompanied each of the performers beautifully, and played no small part in enhancing the enjoyment of the evening.

Jessica Robinson emerged as a worthy winner, to the delight of the audience. She will be an excellent representative for the host nation in Sunday’s final. Good luck Jess!

Photo credit: Linda Farrell

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This most recent trip to London was met with little sleep, tube closure and sweltering temperatures. This first night in, I wanted to see a group who have established themselves since the 1950s in their love of music making.

Chelsea Opera Group’s most recent concert was Mozart’s La Clemenza di Tito, his last opera. I’ve been curious to hear this for years, it’s a ancient Roman setting filled with deceit and vengeance, or so we think. I’ll confess this was a Mozart which didn’t grab me as much as other pieces, I still went along with it. It was shorter then the more famous work and though the story is slightly more dense then it needs to be, had sharp moments of drama. As for the music, there are very many marvellous arias, some duets and a chorus who pop up to declare how great their empire, Titus really is.

The plot may some issues with pacing and there are gender crossing roles as well, so some head stretching does occur. I was impressed by the professionalism of the while thing. The orchestra were right, the chorus had some proud moments and the soloists were right for the roles. Conductor Paul Wingfield occasionally shocked with grunts and stomps on the podium, his passion was shared with all others on stage. There was a grace to the composition, though almost certainly not historically accurate, the piece remains a fine example of letting things go, even if you’ve been greatly wronged.

The cast shone here. Helena Dix was a delight as Vitella, the most dramatically dressed in vivid gown and laurels. It’s a role mostly of plotting, her voice very strong in a commanding role. Sesto was played by Kezia Bienek, also indulges in cunning with the plot to destroy Titus. Here she left little doubt over her mezzo, it was clear and noteworthy in the part. Polly Leech also enthralled as Annio, a trouser role here and the audience was very keen on her. Simon Wilding was Publio, a minor role though one he filled with suspense, he is a bass to keep an eye on.

A last minute replacement saw Ben Thapa as Titus, a strange character one not seen for most of the opera. This is a commanding person to take on, though his clemency comes later he can be a bit of queen per se. Ben tackled this arias with vigor, though the final one might have featured some unsure moments. The fact he came in at the last hour and did this is also impressive, his voice is  quite enthralling and rouge. In the smaller part of the show, Servilia played by Ellis Laugharne was a brief affair, though had some lush moments with Polly, their love for one another define in duets and sweet arias.

The whole evening remained impressive. I’d love to come back for more!  

Chelsea Opera Group’s next performance at Cadogan Hall will be Verdi’s A Masked Ball 22 October 2023.

I’ve seen much less of our BBC National Orchestra this year, I’ll admit that. Though what I have seen has been dazzling, I’m thinking back to the Charles Ives and John Adams a few weeks ago as a highlight. Our bright, American conductor Ryan Bancroft as Principle is choosing much more stimulating music than usual.

First we begin in Wales with Grace William’s and her Concert Overture. On a sad day, Grace chose to destroy manuscripts of several of her pieces, this overture being one of them. Other copies from previous performances had been salvaged and the piece is saved from being lost. It’s a jumpy, jolting few minutes. Grace’s vibrancy for orchestration is proven in this early work, I’ve never understood why she doesn’t get more love outside of Wales? The strings got a lot of attention from the composer and you can feel a unburdening anticipation to it all.

Next, a fashionable performance of Mozart’s 39th Symphony. Ryan made it breezily cool and light. The only discrepancy was a rogue phone from the audience going off between movements, holting Ryan in setting off into the rest of the symphony. I think we had some new concert attendees who didn’t quite grasp phone etiquette, especially when we are live on national radio. You don’t see Mozart symphonies as much with BBC NOW and I’d be down for more. You can feel the passion and the genius, thanks to our loving conductor who really cares about this music.

For this finale concert for the season, we had a rarity: Richard Strauss’ Don Quixote, a strange tone poem, which is also a cello concerto. Taking Cervantes’ famous epic of the mad Spanish knight, this made for one of the finer discoveries for this year. Lead cellist of the orchestra Alice Neary wowed here, were so used to seeing her in the thick of the other players, all eyes on her here. Not an easy piece to play, she delighted in the odd nature of the beast. The ironic waltzes, loved up romance and the acidic modernism that could only ever be R. Strauss. The discordant bars when Quixote famously mistakes windmills for giants are piercing, no doubt triggering a few audience members. On viola, Rebecca Jones adds to the joy as Quixote’s man servant Sancho Panza, not really a soloist though some curious playing for the much mocked viola is appealing.

Cardiff audiences would love to see BBC NOW players get more soloists roles not just for budgetary reasons. A chance to get to know who we’ve had all along in this marvellous orchestra. I only ever get more proud of BBC NOW.

Listen to this concert on BBC Sounds till 1st July 2023.

(3 / 5)

I’ve  not seen a classical concert so hectic at St David’s for years. The Hallé made the call and Cardiff answered with an impressive audience. Sat in Tier 5 I finally got to see the conductor’s face, that of an emboldened Dalia Stasevska. She turned and gave time to all the players, though I could hear her scoffing quite loudly doing dramatic moments. I love her though, she makes for a fascinating maestro to watch and seeing here near head on made for a highlight. 

Sibelius would being and end the night, Karelia Suite open with a typically Finnish, folksy fashion. It remained delightful, the last movement partially jolly within it’s ringtone nodding vibe. To be nearer the woodwind I could hear them much clearer and they ring out in a work like this if only for moments. One of the composer’s more accessible works, the symphony which follows might also be applied in that category.    

Sad to say Beethoven’s Triple Concerto for Violin, Cello and Piano left me mostly unmoved. With Nicola Benedetti having to cancel, Hyeyoon Park was up for the violin solo, aside cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason and pianist Benjamin Grosvenor. This busy concerto has little going for it, though the three soloists made it more attractive then it really is. With so many soloists, little time is given to really get into the nitty gritty of a concerto proper. Some earth moments you’d expect from Beethoven are here and the usually rollicking passages were here. Hyeyoon and Sheku shared thematic elements due to their instrument being in the same family. Benjamin did some noodley piano from old Ludvig van, though little if anything took flight. Having said that seeing these three young talents on the Cardiff stage was quite touching. 

A surprise form Sweden and Andrea Tarrodi with her Paradisfåglar II (Birds of Paradise). With the first piece being just for string orchestra, here the second imagining is a lush and livid depiction of the jungle and the birds who frequent it. Inspired by Planet Earth from the BBC, Andrea was taken aback by the beauty of the Birds of Paradise, a subset of endangered birds who seem to have drag plumage and delightful dance moves. Wonderful glissandi evoke the shrill songs of these birds (though which specific bird of paradise is unclear), Fien orchestration sees a tam-tam struck very gently a few times and the string still shining in most of the piece. 

Dalia wasted no time and went straight into the next Sibelius: his Seventh Symphony. Surprisingly slight around 20 odd minutes, it lost momentum a few times and a musical storm did feel like it was coming. Dalia dazzled here, in the brief affair, the breeze and fire of the composer lived. The ending was full of promised and went off well, a finale which develops in the under current for such a brief piece. Brass and percussion here were devastating. I’ll have to listen to this again.

The short second half, left wanting more though still remained an evening full of bold and memorable music making. 

(3 / 5)

It is lovely to see Wales based singers out and about, here the Camenae de Cymru visited Bristol for an evening of Vivaldi. Though they had two dates in Cardiff and around the area, a little trip over the border is never a strain.

All Saints Church in Bristol is a great find. Wrecked by Blitz bombs, the restoration in the 1960s is staggering and theatrical, the vivid stained glass work of John Piper also dazzles. The fine selection of lesser know Vivaldi in his operatic arias were fascinating and touching. Kristina Bitina as vocalist gave these a good shot, the choice from her opening Gloria stood out. The opera choices from Judith Triumphans and Orlando Furioso prove they should be performed more, they stand out for helping the opera art form develop as we know it. Kristina delivered in proud song and more of these lesser known feats would be highly encouraged.

The main event would be the famous Four Season concerto we all know and love. Yuri Savkin on violin needed no sheet music and was up for the challenge for this pristine piece. On cello Tabitha Selley made for a marvellous addition, whilst on harp Ben Creighton Griffiths was suitably Baroque in appearance and played with ease and contentment. Our host for the evening was singer and writer Nichola Bojczuk, with some fitting lesser known poems past the composer’s era. This as well as her own verse was fitting for the Seasons and a reminder that in the UK we are drastically losing our bird population.

Due to the size of the church the music was sometimes drowned out by it’s unrelenting echo, the harp at times had an overbearing bass. I’d be intrigued to hear more music in the church, I just cant get over how impressive the space is. There was a crunchy noise heard throughout the concert, which no one could seem to detect. Popping outside in the intermission, it may have had to do with the stained glass, though I heard little when out there. Apparently someone had taped protein glass earlier in the day, a strange ambient noise which felt watery aside the Seasons.

A pleasure to come and listen.

Camenae de Cymru perform in Penarth the Best Romantic Music of the 19th Century on May 13th 2023 at All Saints Church.