A Midsummer Night’s Dream 16.7.18

Shakespeare always seemed to know exactly what his audiences wanted. I reckon the London Theatre in New Cross does too, judging by its exceptional take on the Bard’s magical comedy A Midsummer Nights’s Dream. Director Harry Denford and his 15-strong all-woman cast – 16 if you include Abba the dog – threw themselves into the madcap love story with impish glee and gave it a raucous enchantment that is so often lacking in contemporary versions. They did what’s so difficult to do with an uproariously silly plot – took it very seriously. And that, of course, made it funnier still. The sequence in which the so-called rude mechanicals ham it up in the play within a play was a masterclass in how to portray a bad actor. I make no apologies for not singling out anyone for special praise because this production was blessed with a uniformly terrific cast – Charlotte Green as Oberon, Elizabeth Huxley as Titania, Robyn Holdaway as Puck, Lauren Edwards as Bottom, Merriel Plummer as Demetrius (with the best comb-over I’ve seen in years), Hayley Grainger as Helena, Roisin Moore as Lysander, Rachael Sparkes as Hermia, Leslie Hayes as Quince, Jemma Epstein as Snug and a fabulously daft lion, Chloe Keenan as Flute, Isabella McGough as Snout, Brittany Lewis as Starveling, Georgia Forde as Cobweb and Nadine Turk as Mustardseed. It was a huge cast for such a tiny venue but the production never felt anything but intimate. It was an object lesson in how to bring Shakespeare alive – and how to entrance an audience.

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K.R.U.M.P. Macbeth 17.7.18

Krump is a form of hiphop street dance from LA that features highly stylised moves designed to echo gang violence, so the bloody story of Macbeth looks like it should be a natural fit. And choreographer Theo “Godson” Oloyade’s new work K.R.U.M.P. Macbeth got off to a flier at Laban theatre with a brilliantly spooky scene about the three witches followed by a breathtakingly exciting battle sequence danced to a thunderous score by Michael Mikey J Asante. The four performers – Amanda Pekfou, Jordan Franklin, Dean Steward and Vincent Maduabueke – were impeccable throughout a production that harnessed the spirit of Japanese Noh theatre in a manner that made it wonderful to look at. But this felt like a work in progress. The pacing was off and Oloyade chose to close his piece in the middle of Shakespeare’s story with the coronation of Macbeth. I was so looking forward to the tragedy that unfolds in the original that the abruptness of this ending came as a surprise – and a bit of a disappointment. But there was enough here to make me look forward to a future revamped production that follows the story to its apocalyptic finale.

Dido & Aeneas 20.7.18

Blackheath Halls’ annual opera always has the community at its heart, with local residents and schoolkids performing alongside professionals and Trinity Laban music students. But this year the organisers took the idea one stage further – and included the audience too. Their home venue is currently being refurbished so the four-day run was moved down the road to the Albany in Deptford, where the performance space is in theround. This was too good an opportunity to miss for director Polly Graham and her production of Purcell’s tragedy Dido & Aeneas used every inch of the space available, including all the seating areas. It meant you were likely to find one of the stars singing next to you, even if you thought you were hidden away at the back of the upstairs gallery. It turned an already brilliant show into a truly immersive and wonderful experience. The musicianship on display was magnificent. German mezzo-soprano Idunnu Münch – in her UK debut – and baritone Marcus Farnsworth made a great title couple. The countertenor tones of William Towers as the sorcerer were nothing less than extraordinary and there were fine supporting performances by Alison Rose, Sofia Celenza, Rebecca Leggett, Jemma Mitchell, Guste Sinkeviciute, Jude Smith, Laura Kislick, Leia Joyce, Stanislaw Kochanowski-Tym and Zarofina Farodoye. And musical director Lee Reynolds kept the action moving in perfect harmony as he conducted the Blackheath Halls Opera Chorus and Orchestra, pupils from Greenvale School and Charlton Park Academy and members of the Royal Greenwich and Blackheath Halls Youth Choir. Designer April Dalton created a terrific set that allowed Graham and her team to forge an unforgettable performance. A particular highlight was The Three Fates who wrote the protagonists’ tragic destiny in chalk on the floor throughout the performance. It was genuinely moving – and chilling. This is going to be a tough act to follow for the organisers of next year’s opera. I can’t wait to see how they get on.

Trinity Laban Percussion Quartet 5.7.18

What do a telly, a tea service, a broken umbrella and a copy of the Financial Times have in common? They were all used as musical instruments by Trinity Laban percussionists Connor Chambers, Tom Plumridge, Rory Clarke and Dom Daggett in a free lunchtime recital at St Alfege’s. Living Room Music, by the avantgarde maestro John Cage, also featured a wooden table with tubular steel legs which the quartet played with plastic ballpoint pens. They even added their own comic touches – including a bit of Football’s Coming Home – by setting the piece in a students’ flat-share. Two works by minimalist pioneer Steve Reich bookended the second half of the programme. Music For Pieces Of Wood was 10 minutes of hypnotic repeating rhythms played on tuned blocks and claves whilst Mallet Quartet combined the metallic chimes of vibraphones with the woody warmth of marimbas. In between, we were treated to a magnificent solo performance by Chambers of Cold Pressed, a thunderously pulsating work by Dave Hollinden. The quartet, directed by Mick Doran, finished with the Velocipede Galop, a 1930s bit of whimsy featuring xylophones and car-horns. This recital had everything – virtuosity, fascinating if challenging music, just the right amount of theatre. And an awful lot of fun.

Patricia Auchterlonie 12.6.18

You should always expect the unexpected at one of Trinity Laban’s free lunchtime recitals. And that was never truer than when soprano Patricia Auchterlonie and flautist Antonia Berg joined forces in the Old Royal Naval College chapel to play a wildly challenging piece by contemporary American composer Kate Soper. Only The Words Themselves Mean What They Say is written for soprano and three types of flute – bass, C and piccolo. It requires peerless musical virtuosity – and the ability of both performers to intersperse their parts with speech, cries, sighs and percussive breaths. Soper said of the 2011 piece that it was a manifestation of “insanity as the two players struggle, with a single addled brain, to navigate the treacherous labyrinth of simple logic”. I have never heard insanity so beautifully rendered as it was by Auchterlonie and Berg, who gave us a version that was as close to perfect as makes no difference. Earlier in this recital of works by modern women composers the soprano, accompanied by pianist Mairi Grewar, had sung Chanting To Paradise by Libby Larsen, Navždy by Vitēzslava Kaprálová, Escape by student composer Clare Elton and selections from Clairières Dans Le Ciel by Lili Boulanger.

All four pieces were wonderful. But the Soper was transcendent.