This was a nice concert by The English Concert. Despite having children singing. I grow up in a post-Harnoncourt world where boys choirs to do HIP church baroque music was already demodé. Until I came to Britain where, by default, if nothing else is said, choirs haven children. Robert Quinney did a wonderful work not only conducting all the pieces but also introducing them to the audience with some humor.
This concert was a mix of routine and brilliance. If everything had been played perfectly from the technical point of view it could had reached 7 skateboards. However some mismatches, with the orchestra totally lost, during a couple of songs blurred the final result. The nice programme notes tried to link all the pieces from a historical point of view. However, as a concert they didn’t work very well together, looking like a bad pasticcio.
Purcell King Arthur, a semi-opera re-imaginated in the context of Brexit. I liked the idea from the beginning. Because one of the goals of theatre and art should be make people think. The new drama imaginated by Daisy Evans was composed of a series of scenes combined with texts by Ali Smith, Robinson Jeffers, Percy Bysshe, William Blake, Rose Macauley, T S Eliot, Shakespeare, Wislawa Szymborska, Bukowski and Arthur J Kramer.