In review: Erwartung/Twice Through the Heart

Review

Erwartung and Twice Through the Heart both hurl listeners directly into the action. We are presented with questions: are these women killers? Are they crazy? Are they liars? Are their memories to be trusted? Sitting above the immediate curiosity with these women are larger questions about how women in particular are pushed to violence.

The TSO does Danny Elfman's music from the films of Tim Burton

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They played from Pee-Wee, Batman, Batman Returns (the Catwoman theme was excellent), Dark Shadows, Big Fish, Alice in Wonderland, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and of course, Edward Scissorhands. The TSO under the baton of Ted Sperling were in top form.

In review: Simone Piazzola at Wigmore Hall

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The pair paid homage to their Italian roots with a programme of Donizetti, Verdi, Mozart, and songs by Paolo Tosti. In fact, the Tosti songs that Piazzola and Vaccaro chose were first performed in London - and did you know: Tosti taught at the Royal Academy of Music, became a British citizen in 1906, and was knighted by King Edward VII in 1908?

In review: Danielle de Niese and Julius Drake

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The pair gave us songs by Wolf, Bizet, and Grieg. A personal favourite of ours, the Wolf songs were where Drake sang the most. His playing guided us through these densely packed songs, noting every subtle detail in Wolf's writing without belabouring. De Niese was funny, touching, and real, and Drake pulled off the "bad violin" gag in "Wie lange schon war immer mein Verlangen" from the Italienisches Liederbuch.

In review: And London Burned

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It was the stories of the Londoners, represented by Gwilym Bowen, Aoife O'Sullivan, and Andrew Rupp (who also sang the Duke of York and Dryden), that earned even more fear than the tale of the fire itself; they were the horrifying story of *people* during a disaster. There were the carters who inflated their prices to evil proportions; there were those who wasted time blaming the fire on sin or the Dutch or the year 1666; there were looters, racists, and useless officials. It's terrifying to consider, in a disaster, how a city is at the mercy of its citizens.

In review: Jamie Barton at Wigmore Hall

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Barton's big smile is infectious, and her singing is totally satisfying. She left us heavy in our seats during Brahms' "Unbewegte laue Luft," and Dvořák's "Songs My Mother Taught Me," and she seemed to be making a good case for a definitive performance of Turina's Homenaje and the Sibelius songs.

In review: Dido and Aeneas

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Speaking of the Ballet, this is some of the most athletic dancing I've seen them do yet. An actor friend of mine once described period dancing as "just fancy walking". This is proof of the opposite. The lines, shapes and footwork were energetic, clean, and emotionally executed. For once I found the ladies large skirts accented and enhanced their choreography, rather than getting the way of me enjoying their fancy footwork.

Jaw-dropping: The Nose at ROH

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The Nose - particularly in Kosky's production - is truly an ensemble opera, and every single detail felt part of a curious world, one hard to describe, yet perfectly recognizable. The dancers, the Royal Opera House chorus, even the curious balalaika player in exaggerated traditional costume - it was completely, delightfully, ridiculous.

In review: The Pearl Fishers at ENO

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The ENO Chorus had a busy night, and they delivered solid, precise crowd scenes, full of sparkling individuality. With the booming James Creswell as Nourabad, they created a world that drew us in. Under maestro Roland Böer, the ENO Orchestra had a lush, rich sound; at times it overpowered, yet perhaps it was only a problem for the orchestra-level seats.

Thrilling nights: Boys of Paradise

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The contemporary story of highs and lows is smartly encased in the very old story of the Phoenix, where Twink embodies the bird who is reborn out of his own ashes. Boys of Paradise could have been an opportunity for camp, shock value, and lame attempts at drug and sex imagery; yet there was something ironically polished about this dirty, uncomfortable story that allows the audience to sympathise, judge, and experience catharsis all at once.