
Ewen Lesley’s Richard is powerful and compelling, so ruinously evil and forcefully seductive that you just want to shag him out of sheer gratitude.



Strong singing and enjoyable broad physical comedy rescued the opera from its weaker elements, in what is undoubtedly a very accessible interpretation of Puccini’s work.

Black clothes? Check. Black guitar? Check. Uncomplicated melodies, distinctive vocal, rock star swagger? Check, check and check. Why, oh why then, is it so hard to emulate Johnny Cash?
