Irish ayes

It’s Halloween, and right on lightning-flash cue enters an operatic ghost story exhumed from the grave of long-since-buried works. You couldn’t hope for more discerning grave-robbers than Wexford Festival Opera, however, who have long made it their mission to bring forgotten operas back to life. Mascagni’s Guglielmo Ratcliff is a proper blood-on-the-tartan gothic thriller, all duels, doomed lovers, fainting heroines and family curses, with a score as fleshy with tunes as the composer’s more famous Cavalleria rusticana — think Lucia di Lammermoor without the fey bel canto warblings.

So why so long neglected? There are no musical mad wives lurking in Guglielmo Ratcliff’s attic, but there are more than a few technical demons. The vocal writing for Ratcliff himself is so unremitting, so high-lying that only a handful of tenors have felt capable of tackling the role. Extended monologue ‘Non altro che delirio’ became a showpiece for José Cura, but otherwise takers for the murderous lover’s operatic vendetta have been few.