


Waiting for Garnaut is a roaring hot air blast of acrid wit, unapologetic characterizations and droll tunes all laced with brazen irreverence that both titillates and harangues any lurking hypocrisies an audience might be harboring.


Once you accept that Doninzetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor is essentially Brigadoon with an Italian accent and stop wanting or wishing it to be grand opera in the Verdi mode, then everything suddenly falls into place.

