Haydn is one of those composers who everyone admires but is rarely on people’s desert island list.
A production of charm, energy, empathy and passion, a testament that hope can spring from horror, and the human capacity for humour as a fundamental source for healing.
The thrills in this production are made to rib tickle rather than spine chill and the vertiginous shifts of plot and scene are employed to great comic effect.
Typical of many regional orchestras, it is entirely amateur, run by a volunteer committee. But for much of the time during their concert, Winter Delights, you could be forgiven for thinking you were in Brisbane or Sydney.
Grief is the Thing With Feathers settles into glorious shape like cake mixture reaching the corners of the tin as it swells and bakes.
Babyteeth bites into a tough subject with plenty of food for thought to chew on.