
Three decades of immersion in the particular performance idioms of the early 17th century have given them an authenticity which sounds completely natural, indeed which convinces from the very outset that this is the only way that Monteverdi’s music can reveal all of its riches.

A single man stopping a fleet of armoured vehicles is an inspiring image, one that has ignited the imagination of playwright Lucy Kirkwood. Not a masked avenger, yet he is still a mystery man, standing up against military might.

Matilda is the kind of cult classic you don’t want to botch. It’s a novel that’s dear to many reader’s hearts (my own included), so the stakes are high.

There are some beautiful young spirits in this cast, who attack each song with unbridled energy and enthusiasm. Their ability to hold both pitch and focus throughout a very warm performance was commendable.

Cold Light is an epic tale, across many years and many moods. So what relevance is such a setting to today? There are some obvious parallels: gender inequality, government control of free speech, the worship of youth.

Despite committed characterisations from the cast, Mark Colvin's Kidney feels like a mismatched transplant, a graft of verbatim on to a more traditional dramatic narrative which, at the end of the two hour operation, the host rejects.

It not only imitates life, it penetrates the emotional heart of a terrible trauma, re-enacts it, and universalises it in one of the most direct acts of catharsis I have ever seen.