At first sight, when the curtain goes up, they seem to be floating in the air above a bleak wasteland strewn with crumpled-up newspapers, but they are perched, waiting like birds of prey, these three witches who look like headscarved charwomen from about 80 years ago. It was about that long ago that Cambridge professor L.C. Knights came up with his famous mock-essay question, “How many children had Lady Macbeth?” which was part of his attack on other literary critics who emphasized character analysis above all else, and his arguments still resonate. The question must have simmered in director Tim Albery’s mind for this intelligent production, a welcome revival from six years ago. The three perching principals (Irene Evans, Vivienne Bailey and Nicola Unwin) are soon joined by others of their sinister kind, who busy themselves, as the doom-laden prelude progresses, with producing little baby bundles from a woman on an iron framed bed, a bed which is used in various contexts throughout the opera. The bundles sometimes end up in a bin, because these women are back street abortionists as well as the midwives who will help future kings into the world. The bed is the one in which King Duncan (an elegant David Robertson) will be stabbed behind a screen and in which Lady Macbeth has her mental crisis just before she sleepwalks.
It is clear from the start that the female characters make most of the running, more or less as Verdi intended. The massed witches are a main character, a well-marshalled crowd (chorusmaster Martin Wettges) which can be subtle and insidious as well as strident and bloodcurdling, and Lady Macbeth has a much bigger part than in the Shakespeare play. Soprano Kelly Cae Hogan is a proper prima donna here, a managerial presence in a navy-blue two-piece with a thrilling voice – and some lovely coloratura twirls. She is excellent when she calls down the powers of darkness to unsex her, and when she is walking with the candle, stricken by horrific memories.