'... highly singable translation of Bizet's masterpiece... Parry's use of consonants here is nicely punchy and pointed. The formidable Bardon, like a cat with a mouse, toys with the music, silkily carressing the lines, then pouncing for the kill. Her spoken exchanges with Escamillo could restore the dead to manly vigor... Garry Magee's Escamillo catches Bardon's fire.'