Howard Barker’s play In the Depths of Dead Love was picketed on press night. But is it racist, or simply lacking in imagination?
The Reading and Leeds line-up is outrageously light on women musicians - but with set-in-their-ways promoters and the exclusionary demands of touring, it's going to be hard to change.
Begad, he revives! I came home and asked my wife if she realised she had been a widow since 1980.
For the second year, the New Statesman is media partner to Latitude, the music and arts festival in Henham Park, Suffolk.
I envy calm people for their apparent immunity to overexcitement or overreaction.
Appearing at the Barbican with the BBC Singers and London Sinfonietta, the composer's hands seem to shape music out of thin air.
The biologist-turned-atheist campaigner is sampled on the band's forthcoming Endless Forms Most Beautiful.
Steve Hanley and Olivia Piekarski's new book lifts the lid on one of the most turbulent bands in pop.
Beyond the intellectual weight of the play's message the production falls a little flat.
The English National Opera’s The Mastersingers of Nuremberg and the Royal Opera’s L’Ormindo show that translated music-theatre can be exceptional.
On Mozart 250 and Sarah Connolly in America.
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