
Spirit in the Coleridge Taylor-Perkinson, and a communal moment of meditation in the Cassie Kinoshi

Debussy’s score constructs an intense interior world and plants ideas in the mind of the listener. Rory Kinnear’s direction strips away distraction. Those ideas grow during and after performance.

Opera helps us take some of the political heat out of it” — Dominic Sandbrook, reflecting on his first libretto, accidentally hands the audience the challenge with Mrs T.

Mental disintegration demands energy which this event didn’t always have. But when it counted – as in Peter Maxwell-Davies 8 Songs For A Mad King – the effect was brutal, and the questions potent.

Together, Lise Davidsen and James Baillieu slow down time. Everyone holds their breath.

A compelling Grieg playlist prepares the ground for Ravel and Messiaen. Mussorgsky’s Pictures needed a bigger room.

a rare glimpse at the cosmos at the moment of creation, destruction, or maybe its 21st birthday.

Rarely has a production left me quite so unsettled — its already bleak ending is made more so when it’s set in the present day.

No patron. No institution. Just keeping the lights on with a Ko-Fi tip.

A concert, an anniversary, a building. This was Norwich quietly reasserting its place in the composer’s story.