Michael Tippet famously said that to set a text you must first “break the back of the poetry”. I have never seen this done more effectively than in this opera.
The men who abuse just don’t get it and it’s not in their interest to do so. But, if this play is a good portrayal of the truth, the women don’t either.
The subtitle of this concert is: From the Ancient to the New World. This expresses in concise form one of the major projects of the great viol-player and doyen of early music, the Catalonian Jordi Savall.
The audience, subdued by the sheer power of the writing and the mastery of the performances, sits seemingly stunned by what they are hearing, but we all chose to see this play because we have a need to know and the actors to see if they can pull it off.
We certainly are given a fair range of material to give us an insight into the rank stench, the rats, lice, endless rain, bodies in the trenches, yearning for home, the horrible wounds and ghastly deaths, the vile, cruel, terrifying gas and the forever present mud – thick, slimy, stinking, clinging, drowning mud.