A lively and imaginative interpretation of an indestructible Britten opera

Scottish Opera’s new production of Albert Herring updates the action to 1990, and hey – remember 1990? No, not particularly, and I suspect that’ll be a common reaction if you were actually around back then. The director Daisy Evans was a toddler at the time and she imagines a gaudy, tawdry small-town world of bum-bags, WeightWatchers and decrepit gas heaters. Loxford Village Hall looks like it hasn’t been redecorated since the year the opera was composed, 1947, and that certainly rings true. Blancmange for the May Day feast, though? I’m pretty sure that even under John Major, blancmange was a throwback. But Evans has a show to put on after all, and a pink wobbling gelatine-based dessert is more theatrical than a bowl of Monster Munch.

Still, that’s how it goes. One minute you’re cheering the fall of the Berlin Wall, next thing you’re a younger generation’s idea of hilarious retro-kitsch.