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REVIEW: Martin Dreyer’s verdict on The Secret Of The Black Spider, Opera North Youth Company, Leeds Grand Theatre, September 26

Abigail McHale as Investigator with members of the Opera North Youth Company in Judith Weir’s The Secret Of The Black Spider. Picture: James Glossop

OPERA North opened its new season with the UK premiere of Judith Weir’s comic thriller in the version first seen at Staatsoper Hamburg in 2008 as Das Geheimnis der schwarzen Spinne.

It features orchestration expanded by Benjamin Gordon from the original 1984 score, which was simply The Black Spider.

It was a bold move by the company to put its youth branch front and centre – and it worked astoundingly well. Weir’s own libretto interweaves two tales, primarily a 19th century novella by the Swiss writer and pastor Jeremias Gotthelf, set in the late 15th century, but also a 1983 report in The Times about excavations at Wawel Cathedral in Kraków.

Ross Ramgobin as Count Heinrich with members of the Opera North Youth Company. Picture: James Glossop

Both stories involve mysterious spiders thought to be lethal. Weir runs them in parallel by inserting five modern interludes, staged as a documentary, into two acts built around the mediaeval fairy-tale.

So we began with journalists interviewing an archaeologist about excavations of King Casimir IV’s tomb in Kraków. By the end we had learnt from a pathologist that a spider had emerged from inside the tomb, followed by the unexplained deaths of several excavators.

Back in 1492, the despotic Count Heinrich’s villagers in the Carpathian mountains are unable to plant a shady grove for his mountain-top castle, but take up the Green Man’s offer to help out. In return, he demands marriage to Christina, who pretends to jilt her fiancé Carl.

Daniel Wright as The Green Man with members of the Opera North Youth Company. Picture: James Glossop

Marrying him anyway, she is punished with a painful hand, from which emerges a plague-bearing spider that crawls inside the Count’s helmet. Driven mad and insensible with drink, he rides to his death. Christina eventually captures the rampaging spider in a trumpet and persuades the sculptors to bury it in the tomb they are preparing for the recently-deceased Casimir IV.

The two stories thus coalesce: cue general rejoicing in the mountains, while a modern-day investigator deduces that “there is a rational answer to everything”.

The score calls for two professional singers. Ross Ramgobin brought a commanding baritone to Heinrich, cleverly blending menace with mirth, while Pasquale Orchard’s vivid soprano allied to her background in dance made for a lively Christina.

Akele Obiang as Caspa. Picture: James Glossop

A variety of cameos were spread throughout the Opera North Youth Chorus and taken with enthusiasm and aplomb. Special mention must go to Daniel Wright who doubled as the Green Man and as a priest attempting to point a final moral, Jeannot Gantier-Hudson as Carl and Akele Obiang as Christina’s visiting cousin Caspa; all three contributed important solos.

Weir’s music, always with tonality not far from the surface, has an irrepressible momentum, which combines tellingly with the wry humour that underlies much of the libretto. It even spoofs operatic conventions. A spider motif dominates the latter stages, and she convincingly interpolates ‘Now thank we all our God’ into the celebrations.

Nicholas Shaw kept a firm hand on the tiller, steering the chamber-sized Opera North Youth Orchestra through tricky rhythmic waters and easily keeping his singers afloat. Chorus discipline under Rosie Kat’s direction was superb, even when tested by the imaginary spider’s rapid reappearances amongst the crowd.

Jeannot Gantier-Houston as Carl, Pasquale Orchard as Christina and Akele Obiang as Caspa in The Secret Of The Black Spider. Picture: James Glossop

Zara Mansouri’s set and costumes conjured both period and topography, with Jake Wiltshire’s flexible lighting adding to the mystery but without gloom.

It should be unnecessary to mention that this was the company’s first main-stage opera by a female composer.

All the creative team was at pains to point out that much of the production’s subtlety originated with the performers themselves. It highlighted the vital importance of the whole undertaking: educational outreach is one thing, but putting young performers before the general public quite another. It also offered as powerful a guarantee as can be imagined of the company’s future health.

Review by Martin Dreyer

The Opera North Youth Company in The Secret Of The Black Spider. Picture: James Glossop

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REVIEW: Martin Dreyer’s verdict on Opera North in The Magic Flute, Leeds Grand Theatre, September 28

Opera North in James Brining’s revival of The Magic Flute. Picture: Tristram Kenton

FOR the start of her first full year as general director, Laura Canning is presiding over an autumn of three revivals, of which this production by James Brining is the first.

Doubtless she had no say in the schedule, but it still looks cautious, especially when viewed in the wake of, for example, Buxton Festival’s five new productions this summer.

Brining operates as artistic director of Leeds Playhouse, just a short walk away from the Grand Theatre, and this had been his first full operatic production. It still shows signs of over-calculation.

Before the curtain we are treated to a welcome designed to embrace newcomers. Old-stagers might have regarded it as patronising but, seen alongside a bare-bones outline in the programme of what constitutes opera in the first place, it is arguably a useful introduction to an artform that too many have found intimidating: an attempt to cast the audience net more widely, in other words.

This process must be treated gingerly, however, if the company’s core audience is not to be deterred. The overture is intended as an introduction, presenting themes and building anticipation.

All of that is dissipated when it is overlaid with a dumb show, based on Bergman’s cinematic view of the whole work being a child’s dream/nightmare, that has little or nothing to do with Mozart. So, overture and dumb show are at odds with one another: in our screen-obsessed age, the eyes take over and the overture goes for naught.

As it was, Christoph Koncz, making his Leeds debut, opened the overture very slowly and followed with an extremely rapid allegro, which the orchestra – now under its new leader Katie Stillman – handled with panache. Thereafter Koncz impresses with the transparency of the textures he conjures.

Egor Zhuravskii has graduated from Fenton in Falstaff to Tamino here, and does so smoothly enough. Narrow at the start, his tone opens out over time but remains a little dry, albeit stylish. There is not much genuine feeling between him and Claire Lees’s admirable Pamina, but she entrances with every appearance and sounds ready for greater things.

Leaning heavily on his Welsh lilt, Emyr Wyn Jones makes an affable dunderhead of Papageno, almost taking the pantomime route, while Anna Dennis makes an imposing Queen of Night, edgy, determined and accurate.

Msimelelo Mbali, as Sarastro, lacks the gravitas shown by Andri Björn Robertsson’s Speaker, but his bass grows in authority in Act 2. Colin Judson offers an apt irritant as Monostatos, in place of the repellent figure we had last time.

Pasquale Orchard makes a charming Papagena, although she is introduced to Papageno early and deprived of her ‘old lady’ disguise. Many of the lesser roles are ably assumed by members of the chorus, proving its versatility.

Colin Richmond’s flexible set proves its worth once again, as does Douglas O’Connell’s high-impact video effects.

Brining envisaged Blakean poles of innocence and experience. He might instead have allowed Mozart and Schikaneder – in Jeremy Sams’s colloquial translation – to speak for themselves. The plot is complicated enough as it is.

Review by Martin Dreyer

Performances: Leeds Grand Theatre, February 12, 13, 15 and 22 2025, 7pm. Box office: 0113 243 0808 or leedsheritagetheatres.com. Hull New Theatre, March 27 and 29 2025, 7pm. Box office: hulltheatres.co.uk.