A grand concert from Angel Blue has Patrick Mack wondering, “where’s her crossover album?”
Happy 40th birthday soprano Angel Blue
Puccini’s schmaltziest, most melodic, most dramatically limp, most cynical, most obscure mature work
Angel Blue’s “experience in the role shows as the voice sails over the arching lines of Verdi’s cantilena like liquid velvet.”
Angel Blue‘s refulgent, lush soprano blooms as Violetta’s vocal lines broaden and soar.
I have a horrible confession. I’ve always judged the quality of an opera largely on the number of dead characters at the finale.