With eyelids closed and a bit of imagination one could exercise a small act of faith and almost believe one was hearing beautiful voices performing shmaltzy musical standards. Alas, the voices were as far over the hill as the selections they chose to sing - which left satire as the only possible redemption. By turning to the British [how else?] this was admirably done, and worth the final hoot.
All in all, I'm glad I got to hear it, because I was planning on spending the evening on Monday at the Scottsdale Center for the Arts listening to this group torture Wagner and Verdi prior to an encore of the 'modern' stuff. An hour here will have saved me several on Monday.
0 · March 25