… It was a blessed relief to have a break from the singing’: The Tsarina’s Slippers at the Royal Opera House. Photograph: Tristram Kenton
Casanova, in his famously racy memoirs, instances a “foul orgy” in which half-a- dozen abbés and a bevy of pretty girls are joined in their sport by four castrati. These singing eunuchs were mutilated in their thousands before puberty, so that their voices could stay high and childlike within their chubby, gelded bodies. The best of them became rich and famous virtuosi. Many of the rest ended up in prostitution or poverty.
Mezzo-soprano Cecilia Bartoli, a scholar as well as a diva, has recorded unknown castrati arias by composers working in Naples in the 1700s. The result is a heavily marketed, glossily packaged CD called Sacrificium. Now she is singing, and signing, the disc around Europe. Her voice may have lost some of the lustre of a decade ago, but she still possesses unrivalled technique and intoxicating stage presence. That said, her sell-out Barbican recital was one of the most bizarre and unsettling concerts I can recall, a cross between a poodle parlour and a foie gras emporium set to music.
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