REVIEW: Elgar Serenade for Strings


Rating: 4 out of 5.

A hauntingly intimate evening that journeyed from Elgar’s gentle warmth, through the
séance‑like anguish of The Immortal, to the majestic sweep of Sibelius’s Second
Symphony


The Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra’s concert on Thursday 26 th March 2026 offered an evening of vivid contrasts, anchored by the presence of Artist in Residence Mark Simpson. Under the poised direction of conductor Daniela Candillari, the programme moved from Elgar’s evergreen Serenade for Strings through the supernatural world of Simpson’s The Immortal to the expansive sweep of Sibelius’s Second Symphony, all within the setting of Liverpool Philharmonic Hall. The hall itself felt both tall and close, with glowing backlights and a clear, unfussy stage that
drew focus entirely onto the performers. The audience was mostly older, with only a
scattering of empty seats, which contributed to a reflective, attentive atmosphere making the quieter moments feel almost private. Elgar’s Serenade for Strings opened the concert as a gentle prelude. The orchestra shaped the opening movement with a subtle, almost storybook sense of adventure, as if inviting listeners into a journey rather than announcing itself with grandeur. A particularly expressive cellist became a quiet focal point, her visible engagement clearly charmed the audience as her lines adding depth and humanity to Elgar’s flowing textures. The music’s warmth and ease set an affectionate tone, a clear contrast to what was to come.

The centrepiece of the first half, Simpson’s The Immortal, arrived with a spoken introduction from the composer that proved essential. He described the work as an exploration of a man tormented by the clash between religious faith, Darwinism, bereavement and an obsessive turn towards séances, and the performance bore that psychological burden in full. From the outset, intimate strings established an uneasy calm before panic crept in through tremulous violins and dark, heavy textures. The sound world felt immediately tense, more akin to a staged haunting than a traditional choral-orchestral work.

Candillari controlled the buildup of tension, allowing layers of sound- panicked violins,
spectral vocal lines, and dense harmonies to accumulate without ever tipping into
incoherence. The lead voice was powerful and focused, riding above the orchestral turmoil with remarkable control, while the backing ensemble added eerie, ritualistic colour. Subtitles were invaluable in following the text, revealing a narrative of anguish and spiritual fragmentation that might otherwise have been overwhelming.

Visually, the piece was underscored by shifting backlighting that moved from warm glows to stark, seance-like silhouettes, reinforcing the sense of being drawn into a world of old horror and swampy supernatural atmosphere. At times the music felt almost mad and chaotic- a deliberate expression of inner torment rather than mere noise- and some listeners found it unsettling, even unlikeable. Yet the work maintained a gripping, edge-of-the-seat energy throughout, and when the final note released the accumulated tension, the applause was long and heartfelt.

After the interval, Sibelius’s Symphony No. 2 provided the evening’s final arc, swelling “like a mighty river” as promised in the programme, and crowned with its unforgettable closing theme. The opening had a pixie hollow-esq charm that was magical, exploratory, almost like stepping into an enchanted forest, before gradually broadening into something more monumental. Flutes and oboes played a prominent role in playful call-and-response figures with the rest of the orchestra, lending the early movements a light, airy character.

The warm, consistent lighting kept the visual world grounded and open, even as the music grew more turbulent. By the time the famous final theme arrived, the effect was undeniably majestic, reminiscent of a sweeping cinematic or even Disney-esque opening, but charged with Sibelius’s distinctive national and emotional weight.

Taken as a whole, the evening traced a compelling journey: from Elgar’s tender serenity,
through the haunted psychological landscape of The Immortal, to the confident, river-like surge of Sibelius’s Second Symphony. Candillari and the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra demonstrated impressive versatility and emotional range, offering a night that moved from the intimate to the immense, and from anguish to something close to catharsis.

REVIEW: Fickle Eulogy


Rating: 4 out of 5.

a bold, intimate, and emotionally complex tribute in which Kollars transforms personal grief from the pandemic into a powerful meditation on love, anger, and loss


Being thrown back into the world of the pandemic strikes a chord with audiences; it divides and unites, allowing singular audience members to be struck with uncomfortable memories, creating distance in the room, and also allowing sympathy to arise from the deepest part of the mind. Overall, it made me think; Nikol Kollars took a risk in Fickle Eulogy, sharing her mother’s story with strangers, and in doing so, helped mourn the loss of many mothers everywhere. 

Ann enters, stumbling over her mother’s eulogy; it also happens to be her mother’s birthday. The play follows Ann navigating the story of her mother’s tragic case of COVID-19. Director, Javier Galitó-Cava’s decision to stage Fickle Eulogy in thrust seating allowed for immediate intimacy; one moment we were guests at the party listening to Ann’s speech, the next we were hospital workers peering in on Ann’s mother, other times we represented the folding in on Ann with castrating intentions — the effect was never-ending.

Ann’s stream of consciousness paints us a portrait of a vulnerable person in the pandemic. Kollar’s scripts write about a large amount on conspiracy theories (landing on the moon, JFK’s death, vaccinations) and in doing so, highlight her anger towards her mother’s naivety and ignorance as a vulnerable human. Perhaps at times, Kollar’s script jumps too quickly from one to the next without acknowledging the full potential of each subject; however, that may be because Kollar’s energised and committed multi-roling leaves little room for imagination, leaving you wanting more.   

A key element of the piece was the presence of Alexa (Amazon’s robotic pal), who listens and guides Ann where she needs her to. Ann continues to rely on her technological friend throughout, who pauses her when her tone is too aggressive or when she uses inappropriate language. For audience members, Alexa wonderfully breaks the serious topic of loss with humour; she interrupts Ann and blatantly answers questions with a lack of emotion. I couldn’t help but mull on the idea that in tragedy, third-party, neutral opinions may just be the best listeners, ’anything is possible within the parameters of your beliefs’ — Alexa knew exactly what to say. 

Fickle Eulogy is composed of love and hate, two things that tread a line so close that they at times blur into one. Now I ask myself (as Kollars did in her piece), ‘To Vaccinate or Not To Vaccinate?’. I also ask myself, would I be able to stand in front of a crowd reciting a performed eulogy of kindness if I were insatiably angry at my mother for not taking caution? And lastly, as I leave, I think I should invest in an Alexa because she seems to be a guiding comfort in times of chaos. Overall, Nikol Kollar’s tribute to her mother’s passing is beautiful and honest, a true testament to a creator of the highest standard. 

REVIEW: MISS


Rating: 5 out of 5.

 Bold, hilarious, meticulously executed and beyond thought-provoking


If you have ever muttered the words ‘those who can’t, teach, ’ I dare you to see this show. It is bold, hilarious, meticulously executed and beyond thought-provoking. Miss is a 60-minute love letter to teachers. It runs at Lion and Unicorn Theatre, and quite frankly, it is like nothing I have seen this year at The Camden Fringe. 

Lead actress Meg Coslett plays Miss, a teacher who guides us through her daily schedule while describing every aspect of the school, her students and other teachers. The rest of the cast of three does a phenomenal job performing every stereotype you can remember from your days in uniform (and more). Multi-roling is a skill not all actors possess, and James Coward, Joe Sefton and Georgia Maguire excel in this area of expertise – their commitment to physicality, accents and mannerisms. was enthralling. Every new character introduced gets vocal approval from the audience as they reminisce on their years in secondary school, which is clear evidence of Coslett’s strong script. On the night I attended, Coslett took the opportunity to interact with audience members due to friendly heckling from who I can only assume were teachers in the crowd. If that’s not approval, then what is?

Phoebe Rowell John directs Coslett as she stares the audience in their eyes and unravels her stream of consciousness. The intimate act of breaking the fourth wall for the full 60 minutes creates an immediate relationship with the room — a clear example of what a teacher is to a student: a mentor, a safe space, and a guide. Sometimes we felt like students in her classroom, and other times we were her best friends, and then just when we thought we understood the plot, emotional twists brought us to the edge of our seats. 

Never did we delve too deep into a heavier topic that is relevant to secondary schools; drug trafficking, eating disorders or self-harm, but Coslett hovered over each, dedicating just enough time to impact an audience and make us listen, but not force us to understand — this is a gift as someone who has sat in many theatres as of late feeling lecture.  

A significant moment was the explosive release Miss had due to frustration with the safeguarding system in place, leading her to erupt and explain what is wrong with the education system and the importance of her job. The room went silent, and you could hear a pin drop… It was chilling. The audience didn’t switch off or not listen, but sympathised and felt a sliver of guilt for not taking the situation more seriously. When a writer can win an audience over so thoroughly throughout the majority of the piece, there’s no losing in the end, and Miss had won us over.

Every prop was used out of necessity, every character was relevant to the storyline, and every word was spoken with conviction to have us thinking ‘What were my teachers thinking when I was in maths class’ and then worrying a little about the answer. School was the best and the worst for most of us, and Coslett captured all of this in an hour. Whether you heard your story, your siblings, your friends or that person from the year above, you knew the story and understood the assignment at hand. 

Miss is a work of art that I recommend anyone to witness – teachers are so often overlooked and thrown aside, and what Coslett has done with Miss is remind us that they have an astronomical task at hand. Teachers work with children at their most primitive years to help shape them into the human beings they will become. A task at which they receive little support or recognition. How this has been created so it is understandable and digestible whilst glazed in nostalgia, wit and laughter, I don’t know – go and see it! 
https://camdenfringe.com/events/miss-by-meg-coslett/

REVIEW: Pascol


Rating: 4 out of 5.

“I left feeling lighter, wondering how many stories were in the heads of the people around me and how many different ways there are to communicate.”


As a buzzing and excitable audience took their seats, the lights went down and the performers entered. One by one each performer began calling to each other in an individual tone which felt personal to them. Was is an instrument, a language, at times a whale like sound or tribal chant? A new voice arouse from ever corner of the room and I felt myself thinking is that coming from own mind? But no it was a beautiful melody crested by talented vocalist purely to lure us into the space for the next hour and a half… we had arrived into Pascol.

The room was dark, ominous, mystical in some ways but the lighting followed the story exactly how we wanted it to, flashing and spotlighting were it needed it. The company wore neutrals, wonderfully allowing them to incorporate their own character for each story without an ounce of pre-thought; I saw writers, ghosts, 18th century nurses but that was simply my mind playing tricks on me because that dramatically changed as the show progressed.

The performance revolves around the braveness of audience members and pure raw talent of the company. Individuals volunteer to take the microphone during a gap in the show and share a memory with the room. On Sunday night we heard a collection of stories; how a best friend passed due to Cancer, how a woman’s ancestors battled a journey to England, love stories, history, observations, etc. The plethora of tales was endless and had me thinking how many different lives were in the room. 

The Sasha Gefen leads a company that uses a collection of tricks and calls to improvise a vocal story. It truly is one the of most fabulous examples of communication and the importance of listening. I felt part of a welcoming and peaceful cult that celebrated that individual in the room, as if we were all supporting together, a personalised therapy session witnessed by a surrounding crowd. The companies vocals and words bounced off the wall echoing each other. At times they crescendoed in unison and at others interrupting as if disagreeing on the chosen path of one performer. There was instinctive movement on stage, a slightly weaker moment that could potentially be cleaned but it did not ever take me fully out of it therefore I see it as a win.

There were a few moments  of repetition but truly these were scarce and mostly this was done purposely to reflect a moment in the story. I felt in one particular story referring a woman cycling through London in the middle of the night that Bon Ivor had entered the room – that’s how convincing the voices had become as instruments. 

Overall I left feeling lighter, wondering how many stories were in the heads of the people around me and how many different ways there are to communicate. I also came out thinking that these five company members were truly wonderful performers with a gift for singing.

More Information: https://pascolproject.com/