There’s something pretty special about going to see one of the very first operas ever written. It’s particularly special if you love the rhythms of renaissance dance music, the harmonies of polyphonic choral music and if, as I am, you are an admirer of Claudio Monteverdi’s vocal writing: it’s quite plausible to argue that he remains unmatched in his ability to spin a beautiful vocal thread and weave it around the emotions of a text.
Of course, opera has moved on more than somewhat in the four centuries since Monteverdi wrote L’Orfeo, so you have to make certain allowances. There isn’t much in the way of theatrical action and there certainly aren’t any dramatic surprises - after all, we all know the Orpheus and Eurydice story, and Monteverdi wasn’t going to mess with it. Rather, the opera proceeds a series of tableaux and set pieces in which musicians and singers use their art to enlighten us about the feelings of the characters.
In Hampstead Garden Opera’s production, at Upstairs at the Gatehouse, the quality of the said musicians and singers was very good indeed. Music came from the harpsichord of HGO’s usual music director Oliver-John Ruthven plus a group of ten period instrumentalists, who produced a wonderfully evocative sound. From the first notes of the opera’s opening toccata, the excitement generated was palpable, and if you’ve never heard early opera performed with this kind of instrumentation - theorbo, viola da gamba, chamber organ, recorders and so on - it’s an experience worth going for, with a sound totally different from modern instruments. You have to put up with occasional tuning fluffs: playing early instruments in a pub theatre of variable temperature is a serious tuning nightmare for the performers, who coped manfully.
The two principal singers, Belén Barnaus as Euridice and René Bloice-Sanders, were both excellent. Barnaus sang clearly, firmly, thoroughly in tune and with elegant phrasing. She also sang the personification of Music, who opens the story: she looked, moved and sang beautifully, getting proceedings off to a glorious start. Bloice-Sanders also displayed lovely tone and power as well as exploiting the opportunities that Monteverdi gave for singers to syncopate rhythm and play with phrasing (a freedom that would soon disappear from music, to reappear only in the jazz age). I particularly loved Orfeo's lament towards the end of the opera: it’s a passage that could turn into a self-pitying whinge, but Bloice-Sanders sang it with power and dignity.