Two Mahler symphonies in two days from two orchestras in Oslo: the Fifth and the Seventh. The piece that lit the touch paper on Mahler’s distinctive period of tempestuous, wordless symphonic cut-and-thrust and the piece which, after the Sixth,
Signs are Finland is edging into poll position in the Nordic folk music export stakes. And like everything Suomalainen, it boils down to education. When I call Karoliina Kantelinen to chat about the cult Finnish folk band Värttinä, she’s in the midst of passing her skills
One of my central concerns with Stefan Herheim’s staging of Les vêpres siciliennes in its 2013 Covent Garden incarnation was that he over-egged the symbolism, even if that symbolism happened to be well chosen and resonant in the first place.
MØ’s eyes follow you around a room like those of no other purveyor of soulful electro-pop. You don’t have to be in the same room as the eyes, just the same room as an image of them, still or moving. And they’re getting darker – deeper and angrier – as her music does the same. […]
If airports are the cathedrals of this brave new steel-and-glass architectural world, then the comparison would suggest the great medieval cathedrals themselves must one day lie unused and abandoned. They won’t, because they remain aesthetically invaluable and finite
You can’t miss the northern lights in Tromsø. Even walking down the main street at night you see long, grey clouds overhead, but when you look again they are shimmering in blue and green. Nature’s spectacular light show has spawned a winter tourism boom
Babette had arrived haggard and wild-eyed like a hunted animal The patience is the thing. The patience with which Karen Blixen unfurls the little domestic details in Babette’s Feast, as if the words themselves are turning huge pages in an oversize picture book.
For a couple of weeks in June, a rusty old shipping container was plonked on the elegant, award-winning piazza in front of Iceland’s spectacular new concert hall, the Harpa. Some tourists contorted their limbs and cameras in an attempt to erase the industrial eyesore
It was the lights that got me. When I first glimpsed inside the Radiohuset, there they were – dancing along the bow of the concert hall’s upper balconies behind Michael Schønwandt’s capering Nielsen symphonies on DVD.