13 February 2011

Sophie Maclean, The Arbuturian

Enthralled, enchanted and enraptured from the very first note, the audience sat in deep but mesmerised thought throughout each of the beautifully played seasons. A low-lit blue haze provided a backdrop to atmospheric pieces by Vivaldi, effortlessly conjuring up Venice, and Piazzolla’s four seasons and charismatic red lights took me back to long, languid days and sultry nights spent in the darkened Milongas of Buenos Aires. Cello bows tap-tap-tapped on their wooden bodies, reminiscent of tango heels grazing panelled dancehall floors. And during the interval the passionate parlance was kept up by an Argentine accordion player, blending into the animated chatter of heady listeners consuming glasses of sparkling cava Rosado.

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